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1. Sheridan^ s Plays. 

2. Plnys from Moliire. By 

English Dramatists. 

3. Afarlou'^s Faustiis and 

God /us Faust. 

4. Chronicle of the Cid. 

5. Rabelais^ Gargantua^Xi^\\\t. 

Heroic Deeds 0/ Pantagjvel. 

6. Machiavclli's Prince. 

7. Bacon's Essays. 

8. Defoe's Journal of the 

Plague Year. 

9. Locke on Civil Goz ernment 

and Fibtiers ^'Patriarc/ia." 

10. Butler' s Analogy of Religion. 

11. Dryden^s Virgil. 

12. Scott's Dcinonology and 


13. derrick's Hesperidcs. 

14. Coleridge's 1 able-Talk. 

15. Boccaccio's Dec avieron. 

16. Sterne's Tristrain Shandy. 

17. Chapnan's Homer's Iliad. 

18. Alediceval Tales. 

19. Voltaire's Candide, and 

Johnsons Passe/as. 

20. TVajj flWi/ Poems. By Ben 


21. Hobbcs's Leviathan. 

22. Samuel Butler's Hudibras. 
I 23. yir/Va/ Commonwealths. 
24. Cavendish's Life of Wolsey. 
25 & 26. Z>f« Quixote. 
2 7 . Burlesque Plays and Poems. 

28. Dante's Divine Comedy. 

Longfellow's Translation. 

29. Goldsmith's Vicar of Wake- 

field, Plays, and Poems. 

30. Fables and Proverbs from 

i)u Sanskrit. {Hitofadesa.) 

3 1 . Lamb's Essays of Eha. 

32. The History of Thomas 

Ell-u. ood. 

33. Emirscn's Essays, 6rc. 

34. Southcy's Life of Nelson. 

35. De Quinciy's Confessions 

of an 0( ium- Eater, 

36. Stories of Ireland. By Miss 


37. Frere's Aristophanes: 

Acharniatts, Knights, Birds. 

38. Speeches and Letters by 

Edmund Burke. 

39. I horn as a Kempis. 

40. Popular Songs of Ireland. 

41. The Plays of yEschyhts. 

Potter's Translation. 

42. GoethVs Faust: Part II. 
Anster's Translation. 

" Marve s of clear type and general neatness."— Z?rt/7y Telegraph. 


In the close of the *^ Prekide at the Theatre " with which Goethe 
called the public to his show, before opening with the Prologue 
in Heaven in his First Part of Faust, the manager indicates the 
spirit of the whole design : 

Only engage, and then the mind grows heated— 
Begin it, and the work will be completed. 

Strut on our narrow stage with lofty stature, 
As moving through the circle of wide Nature. 
With swiftest speed, in calm thought weighing well 
Each movement, — move from Heaven, through Earth, to Hell. 

What is known as the First Part of Goethe's Faust, is a com- 
plete work, dealing with man's individual life as the poet felt it 
in his earher years. But the use of the Faust legend for poetic 
contemplation of this stage of life on which we all are players, 
had fascination for Goethe. He went on to a second play on 
the same subject, parallel in many respects with the first, in which 
Helena takes the place of Gretchcn, the problem of the race is 
the main theme, and the final triumph of good, evil itself shap- 
ing unconsciously the future good, leads to the close in Heaven. 
The Prologue also was in Heaven : all begins and ends in God. 
As a play, the Second Part is feebler than the First, deficient in 
that individual life and action which is inseparable from any 
play meant to be acted, and, in some parts, wholly unactable. 
The poet has chosen to sound in his own way the depths in the 
great stream of life and sport over its shallows, without suffering 
his invention to be bounded by conditions proper to one form 
of art. The genius of a great master is lavished upon every 
part of the design. One individuality is never absent, that of 
Goethe himself. The whole man is in the two parts of Faust ; 
and from that point of view the Second Part is even stronger 
than the First. As the utterance of riper life, its scope of thought 



is larger, its temper calmer. It is, in some sense, as an 0d)ssey 
after an Iliad. It pbounds more in the thoughts and images 
that men take with them as companions in life. It is more a 
Morality Play than a true Drama, but a Morality Play that 
joins philosophy to faith, and applies to the dissection of life a 
range of power to which the best of the old morality writers 
could make no approach. 

Goethe, born in 1749, began to work on Faust in 1774, when 
his age was five-and-twenty ; in the days when the French Revo- 
lution was on its way, and problems of life in every form vexed 
all who thought. Goethe, like most other young poets of the 
time, could say of those days with the Solitar)* in Wordsworth's 
Excursion — 

Then my soul 
Turned inward to examine of what stuff 
Time's fetters were composed, and hfe was put 
To inquisition long and profitless. 

" The Sorrows of Young Werther,"' written at that time, show 
clearly enough that Goethe's inquisition would have been long 
indeed and profitless if his mind had not grown as the work 
proceeded. Goethe was incapable of writing the Second Faust 
when he began the First. He knew that his whole design was 
beyond the years he then had, but he set boldly to work, as every 
man must who would within a lifetime bring some large and 
worthy labour to an end. The scenes in the First Part were not 
written consecutively. In 1790 a fragment was published of 
which every part had been written before 1776. The complete 
play of Faust — known as the First Part, but not the less a com- 
plete play— was first printed in 1808 in an edition cf Goethe's 
M orks published at Tiibingen in thirteen volumes. The second 
Faust had then been for at least eight years in his mind. He 
was working in 1800 upon Helena scenes for the second Faust, 
when he had not yet written the Walpurgis Night or the scene 
of \'alentine's death for the first. Long afterwards, in 1827, 
Goethe published for the first time, in the fourth volume of a col- 
lected edition of his works, some eighty pages of Helena, a 
classico-romantic Phantasmagoria. The second Faust was not 
finished until the 20th of July 1831, and Goethe died on the 
22nd of March 1832. He would have completed his eighty- 
third year if he had lived to his next birthday on the 28th of 
August ; but he was within a month of eighty-two when he put 



the last touch to his second Faust, the composition of the two 
Faust poems having occupied his mind at intervals during 
fifty-seven years of the long life of which it was meant to be, 
and is, the fullest utterance. 

Goethe called his Helena, when published separately as an 
Interlude to Faust, a " Classico-romantic Phantasmagoria," and 
it is at any rate clear that a healing influence is ascribed to 
Greek art when wedded to the Teutonic mind. The child of 
Faust and Helena, Euphoiion, mounts high. Goethe did con- 
sider Byron to have mounted high, and had Byron in mind at 
times when dwelling on Euphorion. But Euphorion is as much 
an ideal as his parents ; and if we speak of the union of Faust 
with Helena as union of the Teutonic with the Classical, we 
still limp behind the genius of the poet, who looked behind those 
words to abiding attributes of human life. The reader who 
begins this second Faust with clear conception of the opening 
scene, in which man is surrounded by the beneficent powers of 
Nature, and then follows to the contrast in the succeeding 
pictures of "the world's vain mask," may think his way through 
the book, finding much to dwell on at the first reading, more at 
the second, and yet more at the third. Of a really great work 
the enjoyment grows with the familiarity that breeds contempt 
of what is trivial. We have now included in this Library both 
Fausts, Goethe's whole work, in as clear, vigorous and true a 
version as the English language is likely to furnish. The 
frequent happiness of Dr. Anster's lines was the result of 
studious care where the ease may be thought greatest, and it 
was the care of a good scholar with a lively wit who loved the 
poets, and might have set up as a minor poet on his own account 
if he had thought that worth while. But the dainty charm of 
Goethe's own verse, which puts thought to music following the 
lightest change of mood, is wholly untranslatable. To attempt 
to translate some of his songs is as hopeless as if one were 
to attempt to translate into English 

the sweet sound 
That breathes across a bank of violets. 

Allowance made for this inevitable loss, the whole Faust 
can be read and felt and pondered over, and grown into, in 
English or in German. Shakespeare deals with the problems 
of life in his plays with an absolute insight,' and to the utmost of 



man's power leaves each problem duly solved. In Faust the 
debate is ever present and the process of solution is less clear. 

Let me add here a few words written by Goethe himself, in his 
" Kunst und Altcrthum," when he was about to print the Helena 
Interlude : 

" Faust's character, in the elevation to which latter refinement, 
working on the old rude tradition, has raised it, represents a man 
who, feeling impatient and imprisoned within the limits of mere 
earthly existence, regards the possession of the highest know- 
ledge, the enjoyment of the fairest blessings, as insufficient, even 
in the slightest degree, to satisfy his longing : a spirit, accord- 
ingly, which struggling out on all sides, ever returns the more 

" I could not but wonder that none of those who undertook a 
completion of my Fragment had lighted on the thought, which 
seemed so obvious, that the composition of a Second Part must 
necessarily elevate itself altogether away from the hampered 
sphere of the First, and conduct a man of such a nature into 
higher regions under worthier circumstances. 

" How I for my part had determined to essay this, lay silently 
before my own mind, from time to time exciting me to some 
progress ; while, from all and each, I carefully guarded my secret, 
still in hope of bringing the work to the wished-for issue." 

A life prolonged to more than fourscore years seemed the 
fulfilment of a hope that must have been very doubtful when 
Goethe was about to print the Helena scenes as a fragment. 
The whole work is now before us. In his comment upon the 
Helena scenes in the *' Foreign Review "of 1S28 (it is to be 
found in the first volume of his " Miscellanies Thomas 
Carlyle said wisely, that " everywhere in life the true question 
is not what we gain, but what we do; so also in intellectual 
matters, in conversation, in reading, which is more precise and 
careful conversation, it is not what we receive, but what we 
give." Therefore the student of these two Fausts, comparing 
them, observing the significant contrasts and analogies between 
them, as well as following their sequence, if after all he should 
find that he has not got much out of them, might go on to reflect 
with satisfaction upon all the power of thought they have got 
out of him. 

H. M. 

September i335. 



ACT 1. 

A Pleasing Landscape. 

Faustus, lying on a flowery grass-plot, weary, restless, 
striving to sleep. 'Ywi'Ligh'T— Spirits flit, hovering about 
— beaiitifiil little forms. 


\Song, accompanied by ^Folian harps.\ 

In the spring, soft showers of blossoms 

Sink down over all the earth ; 

And the green fields — a wide blessing — 

Smile for all of mortal birth. 

And the generous little Fairies 

Haste to help whom help they may. 

Is he good? or is he evil ? 

What know they ? or what care they ? 

He is man — he is unhappy ; 

And they help whom help they may. 

\_Addi-esses the Fairies.] 
Ye, round this head who sweep in airy rings, 
Here, generous, gentle spirits, noble Elves, 
In ) our true nature manifest yourselve?3. 

FAUSTi'S. |_ALi 

!Make soft the heart — assuage its savage strife ; 
Chase back remorse — repel his burning stings ; 
Cleanse from the thoughts foul bygone wreck of life. 
Four are the pauses of the lingering night — 
To speed and charm them be it your delight. 
First in cool pillows let his head sink deep ; 
Then bathe him in the dew of Lethe's stream, 
Soon, his cramped limbs relaxing them, sweet sleep 
Comes strengthening him to meet the morning's beam 

Then, brightest proof of fairy might, 
And, kindest boon of fairy wight, 
Give him back to holy light I 

CJioriis Fairies, at first singly; then t:co, and niorc^ 
alternately and together. 

When the twilight mists of evening 
Darken the encircling green, 
Breezes come with balmy fragrance — 
Clouds sink down with dusky screen : 
And the heart — sweet whispers soor'r.e it 
Rocked to infant-like repose ; 
And the eyes of the o'er-wearied 
Feel the gates of daylight close. 

Night hath now sunk down — and rising 
Star comes close on holy star ; 
Sovereign splendours — tiny twinklers — 
Sparkle near and shine from far : 
Sparkle from the glassy waters — 
Shine high up in the clear night ; 
While, of peace the seal and symbol, 
Reigns the full moon's queenly light. 

On have flown the hours — and sorrows 
A'anish ; nor can joy abide. 
Feel through sleep the sense of healing ! 
In the purpling dawn confide 1 




Green vales brightening — hills out-swelling; 
Flowering coi)ses — budding tree — 
In the young corn's silver wavelets 
Bends the harvest soon to be. 

Wake to Hope, and Hope's fulfilment ; 
In the sunrise see the day ! 
Thin the filmy bands that fold thee : 
Fling the husk of sleep away 1 
Dare— determine — act. The many 
Waver. Be not thou as these. 
All things are the noble spirit's 
Clear to see, and quick to seize. 

\An exceedingly loud noise announces sunrise. 

Artel. Hearken ! hark ! the storm of sunrise — 
Sounding but to Spirits' ears — 
As the Hours fling wide the portals 
Of the East, and Day appears. 
How the rock-gates, as the chariot 
Of the sun bursts through, rebound ! 
Roll of drum, and wrath of trumpet, 
Crashing, clashing, flashing round ; 
Unimaginable splendour — 
Unimaginable sound ! 
Lisht is come ; and in the tumult, 
Sight is deadened — hearing drowned. 

In the bells of flowerets hide, 

Or beneath the green leaves glide ; 

Deeper, deeper in the rock, 

Shrink ye from the deafening shock I 

[Fairies disaf^pea?'. 

Fausfus [alone']. Life's pulses reawakening leap anew, 
The gentle twilight of the dawn to greet ; 
And thou, O Earth !— for nature still is true — 




Didst, this night, of the common boon partake; 
And, breathing in fresh vigour at my feet, 
Already, with thy charms of new delight. 
Dost in my heart the earnest wish awake 
To strive towards Being's unascended height. 
Half seen, half hid, in twilight gleams the world ; 
The dawning woodland rings with ceaseless sound, — 
Life's thousand voices : rapture infinite ; 
And, to and fro the valley, mist-wreaths curled 
Gush in loose streaks ; — yet downward pierces deep 
Heaven's brightness. From the vaporous gulf profound 
Start boughs and branches, disenthralled from sleep ; 
And sparks of colour leap up from the ground 
In trembling flower and leaflet dew-impearled. 

A paradise is everywhere around. 

Look up I O' th' mountains, how each giant height 

Reveals the unrisen sun with solemn glow : 

They are the first to enjoy the eternal light 

That later will to us its way have found. 

Now, on the green-sunk Alpine meadows low 

The dawn-streaks a distincter radiance shed ; 

And, downward speeding still in gradual flow, 

The wide illumination here is spread. 

Forth comes the sun — insufierably bright. 

I shrink with wounded eyes — I cower as from a blow ! 

Thus, too, it is, when yearning Hope hath striven 

Trustfully toward the Highest, and at last 

Finds open flung Fulfilment's portal wings ; 

But then o'er-powering burst — we stand aghast — 

Flames rushing from those deep eternal springs : 

Life's torch we would have lit with light from heaven, 

A fire-sea whirls about us — and what fire I 

Is't Love? is't Hate? that glowing round us clings — 

With pain and joy, and passion and desire — 

ACT I.] 



So that again we would our eyes depress 
To earth ; again would hide us in the veil 
Of childhood — unforeseeing, passionless. 

Behind me, then, let burn the sun's fierce blaze ! 

Where roars the cataract thro' the rent rock 

I gaze — delight increasing as I gaze ; 

From fall to fall, in thousand thousand streams, 

He leaps — down plunges he with thunder- sjiock — 

Whirls, rushes, raves — mad foam on foam uptost ; 

But, see ! where springs — glad bud of this wild storm — ■ 

A tranquil presence thro' the storm that gleams, 

The heaven-illumined Rainbow's glorious form ; 

Distinctly now limned out, and now it seems 

To flow away, in airy atoms lost, 

Spreading around a cool and fragrant shower. 

Man's strivings, are they not the torrent's strife ? 

Think, and yet more you feel the emblem's power : 

The colour, the reflected light, is Life. 

Imperial Palace, Throne-Hall. 

Council OF State. Trumpets. Co\3rtiy.k?> of eve?-}' 7'a7ik^ 
splendidly dressed, enter. The Kaiser asce?ids the throne^ 
on his right the Astrologer. 

Kaiser. Trusty and well-beloved, from far and near 
Assembled, I am glad to meet you here. 
I see the Wise Man at my side ; but where's 
The Fool ? 

Jmiker. He stumbled as he climbed the stairs ; 
He trod too close upon the spreading train 
Of the robe, and tripped. They bore him ofl" amain ; 
But whether dead or drunk, who knows or cares ? 

2nd Junk. And lo ! preferment comes apace. 
Another's pushing for the place ; 


[act I. 

Tricked out in so superb a trim, 
That every eye is fixed on him. 
The palace guards would stop him fain, 
And cross their halberds : all in vain. 
See where he has got, foolhardy fool ! 

£nUr Mephistopheles dressed as Court Fool ; Jie kneels at 
the foot of the throne. 

Miphistopheles'. That which men execrate, yet welcome to 
them ; 

Long for J and yet would from tJuir presence chase it ; 
Protect, and yet tJuy say it will undo t/iem ; 
Declaim against, deride, and stiiz embrace it 1 

He, whom you may not call to your assistance. 
Yet smile when any have to him alluded ; 
What from thy throne now stands at no great distance — 
IVhat from this circle hath itself excluded ? 
Kai. \to Meph.] Enough ! your riddles here are out of 

These gentlemen, in their own, Have a hard case 
To deal with ; solve it for iis if you can. 
I should be too well pleased to have the man 
Who could do that. My old Fool's gone, I fear, 

To the Take his place at my side : stand here. 

[Mephistopheles steps up and places himself at th^ 
Kaiser's left. 

Murmurs of the Crowd. A new fool I . . . / like old things 

How came he in ? . . . Jl'/iat interest ? 
Struck dozi'n at once. . . . Hozv he did sip I 
That 7C'as a tub. . . . And this a chip. 

Kai. Welcome, ray well-beloved, from near and far, 
Convened beneath this favourable star. 
Who reads the heavens sees in the horoscope 
Prosperity there written — Welfare, Hope. 

ACT I.] 



Why, at such time when we would drown all cares 

But of decorum beards and masquing dress — 

When we would feast upon our happiness — 

This Council about plaguy State affairs? 

Yet if it can't but be so — and you see it 

Fit that it should so be — why then so be it I 

\The Council bei7ig thus formally opened by f/ie 
Kaiser, the Chancellor, who is also Archbishops 
makes his Report on the general state of the 
Empire. His Report is follo7ved by similar state- 
ments from the other High Fujictionaries. 
Chancellor. Justice, man's highest virtue, loves to shed 

Its saintly halo-wreath round Cesar's head. 

Inviolable Justice — the demand 

Of all, the absence of which all deplore — 

'Tis his to minister and to protect. 

But what avails high reach of intellect, 

Goodness of heart, or willingness of hand, 

Where evil hatches evil evermore. 

And a mad fever rages through the land ? 

Down from this height look on the realm : 'twould seem 

That you are struggling in a powerless dream, 

Where monstrous things o'er monstrous things bear sway, 

And misrule is the order of the day. 

And lawlessness is law — the one law men obey. 

One from your homestead sweeps off steed or steer, ^ 

Or carries away a woman, or a pix 

From the altar — chalice, cross, or candlesticks — 

And boasts of his exploits for many a year : 

Skin safe and sound— and wherefore should he fear? 

Appellants crowd the justice-hall — 

The proud judge sits on his high pillows ; 

Meanwhile rave on with savage squall 

The uproar's swelling billows, 

And glorying in his shame stands forth the ciiminal. 



[act I. 

His crime protects him. He comes aided by 
Accomplices on whom he can rely. 
" Guilty," the sure award, when Innocence 
Is all a man can plead in his defence. 

Tlie world's disjointed all ; decency quite 
I'lxtinct. How can the feeling, in man's breast, 
That leads him to discern and love the riL;ht, 
Live as a thought, or be in act expressed? 
]\Ien, whom as meaning well we may describe, 
To flattery yield, or to some coarser bribe. 
The judge, who cannot punish, will in time 
Connive at, nay, participate in crime. 
These are dark colours, would that I could draw 
A thick gauze o'er such picture ! \^pause.'] 

Measures strong 
Must be adopted ; it brooks no delay : 
When every man fears wrong, and lives by wrong, 
The prince dishonoured suffers more than they. [days f 
Hcenneisier. How they do rave and rage in these wild 
Every one, everywhere — madness outright. 
Command — aye, say command — when none obeys. 
The burgher, safe within his walls — the knight, 
Perched on his rocky nest, stand there defying 
All we can do — on their own strength relying. 
The hireling, for his pay, makes blustering claim. 
They're with us yet ; but were the debt 
Once paid, 'tis little that we'd see of them. 
Enforce, where all resist it, a command ! 
'Twere into a wasp's nest to thrust your hand. 
The kingdom, which they should protect. 
Look at it— devastated, plundered, wrecked! 
We cannot pay them ; and we must permit 
Violence, rapine, wrong. All suffer it. 
The Empire ! What's the Empire ? Half the lands 
Utterly lost to us — in rebel hands, 

ACT I.] 


And foreign princes, not one of them cares 
Tor it or us : 'tis our concern, not theirs. 

Treasurer. Who on allies can reckon ? The supplies^ 
That were to have come in from our allies, 
— Pipewater, when the conduit pipes are cut! 
And, in your realm, is property secure? 
Go where one will, 'tis a new man keeps house : 
One who would seem to have no object but 
To hold his own, and with no thanks to us. 
We must look on, and helplessly endure ! 
So many flowers of our prerogative 
We have given away, scarce one remains to give ; 
And Parties— as they call them — little weight, 
Nowadays, place I on their love or hate. 
Parties? where are they ? — Ghibelline or Guelpb ? 
Combine? combine! where each tliinks but of self. 
They scrape, they screw, and what they get they guard — 
Our chests left empty, every gold-gate barred. 

Marshal. And what distress must I, too, bear ? 
Every day striving still to spare ; 
My efforts to retrench attended 
With this result — that more 's expended. 
The cooks, they want for nothing : wild boars, bucks. 
Does, hares, and hens and turkeys, geese and ducks. 
Duty-rents paid in kind, we still can dine. 
But what in the wide v/orld to do for wine ? 
'Tis all out, how supply it — there's the rub. 
'Tis not so long ago since, tub on tub, 
It lay piled in the cellars — tun on tun, 
Of the best vintage-years, and the best run 
Of the best hill-slopes. Now, what with the drain 
Of the nobles on it, who will neve: stop 
Their swilling, I'm not left a single drop : 
And the town-council, too, has tapped its store. 
This too the nobles swill, and brawl for more \ 
They snatch at wine-cups — seize no matter wliat 



[act I. 

Comes first to hand — drain goblet, pan, and pot, 

Till under the broad table, bowl and beast 

Fall mixed with broken relics of the feast. 

I ! — I must pay for all, provide for all. 

The Jew ! for me his pity is but small. 

He his anticipation-bond prepares 

Swallowing the years to come : he never spares. 

The pigs — plague take them ! — never come to brawn. 

The very pillow on the bed's in pawn. 

The loaves upon the table stiil to pay ; 

To-morrow's bread-stuff eaten yesterday ! 

Kai. [after some refiectio?!^ to MErn.] And, Fool, have 
you no grievance to propound ? 

Meph. I ? — None. Upon this splendour to look round — 
With thee and thine and all this grand array 
Around us ! — Must not confidence arise ? 
— With such a prince, so ruling such a land ; 
With such a host, that so the foe defies ; 
"With such intelligence at your command ; 
With such activity of enterprise — 
Can any powers malevolent unite 
For darkness where these stars are shedding light? 

Murmurs. The rascaT s quick. . . o Aye^ up to t-rick — 
Liar, romancer. . . . Whe7i lies a?tswer : 
Be su7'e there's so jne thing in the wind ; . . . 
Aye, something always lurks behind. . . . 
To me ^twould seem a settled scheme. 

Meph. Search the world round, and is there to be found 
On earth one quiet corner that has not 
A something wanting, which, are we unable 
To come at it, makes life uncomfortable } 
This man wants that thing, and that man wants this. 
Here, our want is hard cash ; and hard cash is, 
When men most want it, cash hard to be got. 
*Tis not a thing that from the streets you sweep ; 
It lies deep down, but Science lifts the deep. 

ACT I.] 


In mountain veins — in walls — and underground — 
Much gold in coins, or uncoined, may be found ; 
And, if you ask who brings this gold to light? — 
The gifted man, ruling t*he Infinite 
Of Nature, mighty in the Spirit's might. 

Chan. Nature and Spirit ! Words that, in my mind. 
No Christian man should utter ; 'tis for this 
That we burn atheists. Speeches of the kind 
Are highly dangerous. Natiwe ! aye — that is 
Sin ; Spirit — that means Devil ; — and Devil and Sin — 
A pretty pair they are ! — true kith and kin — 
Having a natural fancy for each other, 
Have gendered what the world at once should smother — 
The mis-shaped miserable monster Doubt — 
Sexless, or double-sexed. 

In the wide borders 
Of the old Empire, two — and but two orders 
To speak of — have risen up to guard the throne : 
The Spiritualty and the Ritters ; and they form 
A sure protection against every storm. 
And for their pay make Church and State their own. 
Plebeian arrogance and self-willed spite 
Lead some mad spirits to contest the right ; 
Dealers with fiends they are, and heretics : 
Country and town infesting and destroying. 
And these this jester, with his fool-born tricks. 
Which you are unsuspiciously enjoying, 
Is now to this high circle smuggling in. 
To cling to reprobates itself is sin : 
The scorners and Court fool are close akin. 

Meph. There spoke the veriest bigot of bouk-learning. 
Wliat you discern not, sir, there's no discerning : 
All, that you touch not, stands at hopeless distance ; 
All, that you grasp not, can have no existence \ 
All, that eludes your weights, is base and light ; 
Tliat, which you count not, is not counted right ; 



[act I. 

All measurement is false, but where you mele ; 
All coin without your stamp is counterfeit. 

Kai. These wise saws will not make our suffering less ; 
What mean you by this lengthened Lent-address ? 
I'm weary of this endless " if" and " how ; " 
Get me the money — that's what we want now. 

Meph. Aye, all you want, and more ; 'tis easy, yet 
The Easy's difficult enough to get. 
There's plenty of it — plenty — not a doubt of it — 
In th' heart of th' earth, but how to get it out of it ? 
Think of the old days, when invading bands 
Came like a deluge, swamping men and lands ; 
How natural it was that many should 
Hide their best valuables where they could. 
'Twas so in times of the old Roman sway : 
So yesterday — and so it is to-day ; — 
And all lies dead and buried in the soil. 
The soil is Ccesar's — his the splendid spoil. 

Trea, Not bad for a fool. It stands to reason quite : 
The soil is doubtless the old emperor's right. 

Chan. His golden meshes Satan spreads, I fear : 
And something more than good is busy here. 

Mar. If what we want at Court he'd only give, 
I'd hazard ih' other place in this to live. 

Heer. The fool's the man for us all. The soldier's 
dumb : 

He takes his dollars — asks not whence they come. 

Meph. And if, perhaps, you fancy me a rogue. 
Why not take counsel of the Astrologue ? 
There stands he — Truth itself ; — reads what Heaven writes 
Distinctly in the planetar}- lights — 
Cycle encircling cycle, Hour and House — 
And what he sees in Heaven will say to us. 

Murmurs cf the Craned. 
Rascals a pair I — they undersian.i — 
And play into each other's hand — 

ACT I.] 


Phantast and Fool. EasVy hioivn 
Why they two so beset the throne. 
Aye the old song — so often sting — 
The fool suggests — the wise gives tongue. 
Astrologer speaks^ Meph. prompts. The Sun himself is 
gold without alloy ; 
Swift Mercury, still at his sly employ, 
For friends that pay speeds messages cf joy. 
Venus, with every man of you in love. 
Early and late, keeps twinkling from above. 
Coy Luna's whimsical ; and Mars, belike, 
With red glare threatens, but delays to strike ; 
And Jupiter is still the brightest star. 
Dim glooms the mass of Saturn from afar : 
Small to the eye, and small our estimate 
Of him in vahie, vast as is his weight. 
The world is cheered, when, in conjunction shines, 
Luna with Sol — with silver, gold combines. 
Anything else one wishes for or seeks — 
Park, palace, pretty bosom, rosy cheeks — 
Follows jf course. This highly-learned man 
Makes or procures it — what none else here can. 

Kai. A second voice upon my ear, 
That doubles every sentence, rings — 
The matter yet is far from clear. 
And nothing like conviction brings. 

Murmurs. Whafs that to us ? . . . JVhat retched 
fuss — 

Chemist and quack . . . Old aim attack. 
Pve heard it oft . . . I was too soft ; 
And shoidd it come — 'Tis all a hum. 

Meph. Here stand they, all amazement! starin 

At the high discovery ; gave no credit to it. 
One has his story of a strange black hound ; 
One a blind legend of a mandrake root. 



[act I. 

Aye, let them laugh, or try to laugh it off ; 

Say 'tis a juggle — tricks of knaves or witches ; 

Yet — all the sooner for their sneer and scoff — 

Odd sudden tinglings come ; limbs shake ; foot itches. 

One of Nature's never-ending 
Secret wonders here you find ; 
From the lowest rings ascending, 
Living traces upward wind. 
When and where, all over twitching, 
Every limb feels sudden seizure, 
Then and there keep digging, ditching : 
There's the fiddler — there the treasure ! 

Murmurs. My foot — / cajiiiot jfioz'e about ; 

My arm is crainpcd . . . 'Tis only gout ; 

Ami my big ioe^ it pains me so, 

From all these signs, my mind divines 

That here the treasure is. 
Kai. Come, no delay ; 

Escape for you is none. This very day 
Shall bring these froth-lies of yours to the test. 
Show us these chambers where these treasures rest. 
I ll throw down sword and sceptre of command, 
And labour with my own imperial hand ; 
Work heart and hand at the great enterprise : 
But if all you are uttering be but lies — 
As I do fear — I'll send you straight to hell. 

Mcph \aside\ Broad is the way from this, as I knov/ well 
\Alo7ie'\ I have not words enough truly to tell 
Of all the treasure everywhere that lies : 
None claiming it — none knowing of such prize. 
The peasant with his plough who scrapes the sod, 
Sees a gold crock beneath the upturned clod, 
Crusted and clammy — blesses his good luck 
In having on a lump of nitre struck ; 
And with delight and terror manifold, 

ACT I.] 



Feels in his meapjre hand, that scarce can hold 

The treasure, rouleaus of gold — actual gold. 

Down to what clefts — through what drear passages 

Must he who knows of hidden treasure press 

On the verge of the under-world ! What vaults to be 

Blown up ! — what cellars, well secured : the sun 

For ages has not seen them open thrown ! 

There golden salvers, goblets, beakers fair — 

All for the sage — and ruby cups are there. 

And, should he wish to use them — ^plenty of 

Good old wine, too — I warrant you true stuff. 

And you may credit me — I know it well — 

The wood casks all are dust ; and, strange to tell. 

The wine makes new ones of its own old crust. 

And such wine — 'tis not only gems and gold, 

But the essential spirit of noblest wine 

That night and horrors here imprisoned hold. 

Here doth the Sage his search untired pursue. 

Day has no light whereby deep truths to sec. 

In darkness is the home of ^Mystery. 

Kai. Darkness and Mystery I leave to thee. 
What's good for anything will dare the day. 
At night your rascal can skulk out of view — 
When every cow is black and all cats grey. 
Handle the plough, then ; and let us behold 
Your share turn up these pans and pots of gold. 

Meph. Take spade and hoe yourself. Tlirow off all state : 
The labour of the peasant 'tis makes great. 
A herd of golden calves shall from the soil 
Start up — of earnest will and ardent toil 
Instant reward ! Enraptured then you may 
Adorn yourself — adorn your lady gay. 
Jewels in the imperial diadem 
Add splendour to the monarch ; the rich gem 
Makes beauty lovelier in the coloured play 
Of light. 


FA us TVS, 

[act I. 

Kai. \impatiently\. Quick ! quick ! how long, how long, 

will you delay ? 
Ast. [Meph. prompting]. Sire ! moderate this fervour of 


Best now the merry masquerade to act, 

And end it. Double purposes distract. 

Then through the above, in self-communion learn, 

The under to deserve, and so to earn. 

Who seeks for goodness, should himself be good ; 

For cheerfulness, should calm his fevered blood. 

Tread hard the ripe grapes, if thy wish be wine ; 

If miracles, increasing faith be thine ! 

Kai. Well then ! Ash Wednesday will, I trust, uphold 
The promises you're giving me of gold. 
I never did so long for Lent. 
The Astrologer's advice is, after all, , 
The best ; and so in merriment 
Let the interval be spent. 
We'll have our ball, whate'er befall, 

And a gay time of carnival. \Trumpets. Exeunt. 

Meph. [to the aiidiaice']. You never can get fools to 
•How luck and merit still go hand in hand : 
Your born fool never yet was Fortune's prizeman. 
The stone of the philosopher, 
In such hands, no great treasure were — 
7he 7L'ise 7na?fs talisman niinus the zvise man. 

ACT I.] 




A spacious Hall, with Side-chambers adorned and prepared 
for a Masquerade. 

Characters Introduced. — Garden-girls, Gardener, Mo- 
ther AND Daughter, Woodcutters, &c. Pul- 
chinelloes. Parasites, Drunkard, Satirical Poet, 
The Graces, The Fates, The Furies, Hope, 
Fear, Prudence, Zoilo-Thersites, Knabe Lenker, 
Plutus, Starveling, Women, Fauns, Satyrs, 
Gnomes, Gl\nts, Nymphs, Pan. 

Efiter Herald. 

Iler. Fancy not that our scene is laid, 
Or that to-night our play is played, 
In the drear bounds of German grounds — 
Of dead men's dances, devilry — 
Court fools and Gothic revelry : 
Ours is a cheerful masquerade. 

Feel yourselves now in an Italian home; 
And that the Kaiser, on his way to Rome, 
For his advantage, and for your delight. 
Hath crossed the high Alps, and is lord to day 
Of a new kingdom, beautiful and gay ; 
Having already in himself full might, 
Has sued the holy slipper for full right ; 
Come for himself a brilliant crown to gain — 
The cap and bells have followed in his train, 
And we are all born as it were again ; 
Put on the cap of folly, and are in it 
Such paragons of wisdom for the minute. 



[act I. 

A clever fellow's comfortable plan 

Is, " draw it cosily o'er head and ears. 

And play the fool as litde as you can." 

A prudent course ; the world in a few years 

Is pretty sure of teaching any man. 

They come in troops, they form in groups, 

And into knots the masses sever, 

And in and out they move about, 

And out and in again they range. 

For ever changing, yet no change. 

Its hundred thousand fooleries, 

The world's the world ! 'Twas — 'twill be — 'tis 

The World — the same one Fool for ever. 

Garden-girls, some adorned n'ith artificial flo'vcjs ; 
some with bouquets in their liands. 


\Song, accofnpanied by mandolins^ 

"We, to-night, to win your favour, 
Trick us out in masquerade ; 
Young girls, that our way from Florence 
"With the German Court have made. 

O'er our dusky tresses glisten 
Roses from no common bowers ; 
Threads of silk, and silken laces. 
Shape we into mimic flowers. 

Ours is sure a happy service : 
Waking at our touch appear 
Buds that have no fear of winter — 
Flowers that blossom through the year. 

ACT I.] 



Divers-coloured shreds arranging, 
Hue and hue symmetrical ; 
Worthless each, yet, thus united, 
Feel you not the charm of all. 

Garden-girls, -.vith neatness dress we, 
Ornamentally in part ; 
Woman's love of graceful Nature 
Blends so gracefully with Art. 

Hcj: \io //'^Garden-girlsj. Let us see the laden baskets, 
Balanced on your heads that rest ; 
Show the fair flowers — bud and blossom — 
Each select what suits him best. 
Let a garden, as by magic. 
Walks and arbours, meet the eyes : 
Crowds will throng round the fair merchants. 
And the lovely merchandise. 

Garden-girls. 'Tis a pleasant mart. No liiggling, 
No dispute for prices here ; 
In a few short words expressive, 
What each offers will appear. 

Olive-b7'anch [with fruit]. I no flower its blossoms envy ; 
I with none will have dispute ; 
Peaceful, and of peace the emblem, 
Marrow of the land my fruit. 
Oh ! that, this day, it were mine 
The brightest, fairest brow to twine. 

Wheat-wreath [goldeji]. Gifts of Ceres form my chaplet, 
Brown with the maturing sun. 
Crown of Life ! be still the Useful 
And the Ornamental one. 

Fancy Chaplet. Flowers of mosses, many- coloured, 
^Mimics of the mallow grey — 
Nothing half so bright in Nature — 
Are the fashion of the day. 



[act I. 

J'ancy Bouquet. These — their family and tribe — 
No Theophrastiis could describe : 
Some have little love for these, 
But there are whom they will please. 
Flowers to beauty dedicated, 
Chaplets through the tresses plaited ; 
Or delightedly that rest 
Near the fond heart, on the soft breast. 

Challenge. Let your motley fancies blossom 
In the fashion of the hour ; 
In strange guise be shaped and moulded. 
Be they such as Nature never. 
In her wildest freaks, unfolded — 
Green stalks — bells of golden glimmer 
From the flowing tresses shimmer; 
But we 

Rose-buds. Love to lurk unseen. 
Happy finder ! he for whom 
\\'e a sweet surprise have been. 
Breathing fresh in dewy bloom. 
^^^len the summer comes again — 
And the rose-bud kindles then 
Into blushes — who of men 
But must }ield him to the charm ? 
Can of love his heart disarm ? 
Lovely flower ! and love's own emblem ! 
Timid promise — rich revealing I 
Rose ! Of all in Flora's kingdom 
Dear to eye, and heart, and feeling ! 

\Thc Garden-girls arrange their goods under the 
^reen leafy "walks. Gardener enters ivith 
Garden-eoys, "i-vho arrange themselves as a 

ACT I.] 




\Song, acco7?ipa?iied by theorbos?^ 

Flowers ! my lady's brow entwining ; 
Pretty things in show and shining ! 
Fruits — in them no false decoying — 
Are the true stuff for enjoying. 

Buy them ! try them ! Plums, pears, cherries. 
Show their brown and honest faces ; 
Tongue and palate, better judges 
Than the eye, to try such cases. 

Come ! my ripe fruit's a true treasure ; 
Here to feast is actual pleasure : 
Rose-buds speak to the ideal ; 
Bite the fruit — the taste is real. 

\To the Garden-girls.] 

Yours the pride of glowing flowers. 
And the wealth of autumn ours ; 
For our mutual delight — 
What say you, if we unite ? 

Into this enchanted garden 

Come ye, each his fancy suit ; 

Bowers are here, and walks and windings ; 

Bud and leaves, and flowers and fruit. 

\Amid alternate sojig, accompanied ivith guitars and 
theorbos^ both Choruses proceed to arrange their 
goods so as to set them off to advantage. 

Enter Mother and Daughter. 

Mother. When first I saw the infant smiles, 
Dearest of living creatures, 
On thy small face, with hood and lace 
I decked those baby features, 


[act I. 

And fancied all thy future pride, 
The richest winning as his bride 
Tiie fairest of all creatures. 

Many a day has passed away, 

My own dear child — Heaven love it — 

And wooers came and wooers went ; 

And little good came of it. 

*T\vas all the same with every wile, 

The merry dance, the sly soft smile, 

Time lost, with little profit. 

Was never ball or festival 

But you were in the dances ; 

Round games, or forfeits — all in vain ; 

Away the luck still glances. 

Spread wide your nets again to-day — 

The fools are out : who knows what may 

Turn up in this day's chances ? 

[Girls, playfellows young a?id beautiful, enter and 
join in loud confidential cJiatting. Fishermen 
and BiRDCATCHERS now enter with 7iets, lines ^ 
and limed twigs and other tackle, and join the 
group of girls. Alternate attempts to win, catch, 
escape, and hold fast, give opportunity for most 
ag?'ceable dialogues. 

^;;/£7- Wood -CUTTERS, Charcoal-burners &-c., 
violently and roughly. 

Wood-cutters. Room ! make room ! we want and crave it ; 
Want but room — and we must have it. 
Trees we fell — down come they crashing ; 
Bear them with us — crushing, smashing. 
\Vhat we wish, is to impress on 
All and each the true old lesson — 



If the coarse and clumsy hand 
Kept not working in the land ; 
If there were not such as we arc, 
Could the world have such as ye are? 

Ye are the chosen ; 

Yet do not forget it, 

That ye would be frozen. 

If we had not sweated. 

Efiiej' PuLCHiNELLOES a7id Parasites. 

PulchineUoes [siupidly, ahwst like fools]. 
Ye are the born fools, 
Toiling and trudging ; 
Nature hath made you 
With bent back, for drudging. 
We are the clever : 
Nothing whatever, 
That you call lumber, 
Our backs to encumber. 
All our pleasure, 
Easy leisure ; 
All our traps, 
Flaps and caps ; 

Hose and jackets, and such tight wear — 
No great burthen is such light ware ; 
Slim foot, then, in thin pantoufle, 
Through the Court we shift and shuffle. 
We are met in market-places, 
Painted masks upon our faces, 
At street corners we stand gaping — 
There, like cocks, keep flapping, clapping 
Wings as 'twere ; and, thus set going, 
Take to clattering and crowing — 
Together three or four of us 
Will step aside — like eels we glide — 
And nobody sees more of us, 


FAUST us. 

[act I. 

Till, by-and-by. up stans a brother, 
And we crow out to one anotlier. 
Praise us, blame us — try to shame us — 
What care we ? Ye cannot tame us. 
Parasites \ Jlatterin'^ and faiunin^ on iJie WoOD-CUTTERS, 
Charcoal-durners, (s'C\ 
Porters ! there are no men truer — 
Charcoal-burner ! and wood-hewer I 
After all, there are but few men 
Do the world's work like these true men. 
AVhere were bowing, suing, smiling ; 
Blowing hot and cold ; beguiling 
Words and watching looks ; and nodding 
Sly assent, but for their plodding ? 

Fire from heaven comes unexpected — 

Providentially directed — 

To the kitchen hearth ; but is it 

Better for the sudden visit ? 

If no faggots had been placed there. 

Would not fire have gone to waste there ? 

And the faggots' blaze would dwindle, 

If there were no coals to kindle ; 

But, with them, comes bubbling, boiling. 

Roasting, toasting, baking, broiling. 

And the man of true taste, 
With instincts aesthetic, 
Scents roast meet, smells paste. 
And of fish is prophetic. 
He smiles in the pantry — 
He shines at the table. 
Performer — none warmer, 
More active, more able I 

ACT I.] 



Enter A Drunken Man {scarce cojisctous], 

Drwiken Man. Everything is right and merry 
When in wine our cares we bury. 
Cheery hearts, 'tis we that bring them ! 
Cheery songs, 'tis we that sing them ! 
Drink, boys, drink ; and still be drinking — 
Clashing glasses, drinking, clinking. 
See, behind, that fellow blinking ! 
Why decline^ boys ? Drhik your wine^ boys ! 
Come and clash your glass with mine, boys! 

\These lines repeated by Chorus]. 

If my wife, with rout and racket, 

Scoff at my embroidered jacket — 

Call me mummer, masquerader, 

I'll show fight to the invader. 

Spite of her — amid the clinking 

Clashing glasses — I'll keep drinking. 

Of good wine bad wives are jealous : 

Keep the women off, young fellows ! 

Maskers, mummers — take your wine, boys ! 

Clash your glass, as I clash mine, boys ! 

Clash your glass ; keep up the fun, boys ! 

Till the work of life is done, boys ! [Chorus.] 

Of our host I'm still the debtor : 
Plan of life I know no better. 
Looks he sulkily, my boast is 
Of my credit with the hostess. 
Does the landlady run rusty. 
Still the maid is true and trusty : 
She's my sure and safe sheet-anchor ; 
And, when all else fail, my banker. 
So I drink, and s-till keep drinking ; 
With the glasses clasliing, clinking. 



[act I. 

Clash your glasses^ eachy my fine boys ! 
Clear them off^ as I clear mine^ boys ! 

I'll stay where I am at present ; 
No place else can be more pleasant. 
Let me lie where I am lying ; 
I can not stand, no use in trying. 
A new toast ! Let all keep drinking ! 
Brothers all, their glasses clinking. 
Drink away, like men of mettle ; 
Hold to chairs, and cling to settle. 
Sit up each who still is able, 
Or lie snug beneath the table. 
Come^ my fine boys — drink your wine^ boys! 
Every dropj as I drink mine, boys ! [Chvrus.] 
I Herald announces different poets ^ Court and Ritter 
singers, tender and enthusiastic. In the pressure of 
rival poets, ?ione will let ariother be heard. One 
sneaks by, a?id contrives to say a few words. 

Satirist. In my character of Poet 

How my spirits it would cheer, 
Dared I say or sing a something 
Nobody would wish to hear. 
l^The Night a?id Churchyard poets send apologies, as 
they are engaged in a?i interesting conversation with 
a fie-ivly arisen vanipire, from which they anticipate 
the druelopment of a 7iew school of poetry. The 
Herald is compelled to admit their excuse, and 
calls up the Greek Mythology, which, though 
in 7nodern masks, loses neitJier character 7ior 

Enter The Graces. 

Aglaia. The charm of manners we bid live 

In life. With graceful kindness give. 


ACT I.] 



Hegemone. And gracefully be still received 

The granted wish — the want relieved. 

Euphrosyne. And graceful be the tone subdued, 
And home-felt charm of gratitude. 

Enter The PARCi*:. 

Airopos. I, the eldest, am invited 
At this festival to spin — 
Much for you and me to think of 
In this tender life-thread thin. 

That the threads be soft and pliant, 

Must the fla-x be sifted fine ; 
And, that they flow smooth and even, 

Fingers skilled must press the twine. 

If, at revels or at dances. 

Blood beats high ; oh ! then let wake 
Caution. Think how short the measure : 

Think that the frail thread may break. 

Clotho, Be it known, to me the scissors, 
In these last days, they confide : 
By the late Administration, 
None were pleased or edified. 

Husky yarns the dull old woman 

Left to drawl a weary time ; 
Clearest threads, of brilliant promise, 

She cut off in youthful prime. 

Of impatient inexperience, 

That might make me go astray, 

Danger now is none. My scissors. 
In the sheath remain to-day. 

B 2 



[act I. 

Glad am I that, thus made powerless, 

I can smile on all I see ; 
That, all apprehension banished, 

You may dance and revel free. 

LacJusis. Happy maintenance of order 
To the sagest was decreed : 
Mine the wheel that ceases never, 
Circling still with equal speed. 

Threads flow hither, threads flow thither, 
And their course ray fingers guide : 

None must overpass the circle — 
Each must in its place abide. 

I — should I a moment slumber — 

Tremble for the fate of men : 
Hours are numbered, years are measured, 

And the weaver's time comes then. 

Enter The Furies. 

Herald. Had you an eye as keen as an inquisitor's, 
Or were you ever so deep read in books, 
You'd never guess who these are by their looks, 
But fancy them every-day morning visitors. 

These are the Furies. None would think the thing 
Credible. Pretty, shapely, friendly, young, 
You scarce can think with what a serpent tongue 
These doves, all harmless as they look, can sting. 

They're wicked ; and, no doubt of it, are witty. 
Could mask their nature ; but, on such gay day — 
When fools do fool — they have no secret : they 
Boast themselves plagues of country and of city. 

ACT I.] 



Alecto. No help for it ; you cannot but believe us, 
For we are pretty, young, fond, flattering kittens. 
Is any here in love ? We'll find admittance 
To that man's heart and home : he must receive us. 

We'll court and coax him ; say to him all that would be 
Damning ; say how she winked at this or that — 
Is dull — is crook-backed — limps — is lean — is fat ; 
Or, if betrothed, no better than she should be. 

And we it is can deal with the fiancee ; 
Tell her what he said of her weeks ago, 
In confidence, to Madame So-and-so. 
They're reconciled : the scars remain, I fancy. 

Megcera. This is mere child's play. Let them once have 

I take it up ; turn, with pretences flimsy. 
Honey to gall, helped out by spleen or whimsey, 
Or jest, at some rash moment too far carried. 

Man, when what once was dearest he possesses, 
Will feign or fancy soon a something dearer ; 
Fly charms that pall, seen oftener and seen nearer; 
Fly warm love^ seek some chill heart's dead caresses. 

I at manoeuvring am shrewd and supple. 
I, and friend Asmodseus, who apace 
Sows tares, destroying thus the human race 
One by one — rather couple, say, by couple. 

Tisiphone. I than words have darker engines — 
Poison — daggers — for the traitor, 
Mixed and sharpened ! Sooner, later, 
Life_thy life— shall glut my vengeance ? 



[act I. 

Sweetest hopes that love can offer 
Changed to keen embittered feeHng ; 
With such wretch there is no deahng : 
He hath sinned, and he must suffer. 

Let none tell me of forgiving, 
To the rocks I cry. " Revenge " is 
Their reply. Hark ! he who changes 
Dies — as sure as I am living. 

Enter The Group described in the following speech. 

Her. Now, may it please you, stand back one and all : 
Make way for another group ! Those whom I see 
Differ in character and in degree — 
Aye, and in kind — from all the maskers here. 
See, pressing hitherward, what would appear 
A mountain : variegated carpets fall 
Adown its flanks, and it moves on in pride — 
A head, with large long teeth, and serpentine 
Proboscis wreathed. Their secret they would hide , 
But it will open to tliis key of mine. 
A graceful lady, silting on the neck, 
Wields a thin wand that mighty bulk to guide, 
And bend all his brute motions to her will. 
Archly smiles she, as though at her own skill 
Amused and happy, holding him in check. 
The other stands high up : a glory there 
Encircles that grand form — a light divine, 
Too dazzling for this eye of mine to dare. 
Two noble women — one at either side — 
Are chained ; and one is trembling, as in fear, 
And one moves gracefully with joyous cheer; 
And one would break the chain she loathes to wear. 
One looks, in bondage, as though she were free : 
Let them, in turn, each tell us who they be. 




Fear, Mad feast, this ! Drear lamps — dusk tapers — 
Waving with uncertain ghmmer. 
Oh ! this chain ! Through smoky vapours, 
Faces strange around me shimmer. 

Fools, avaunt ! Peace, idle laughter, 
Grinning — I distrust your grin : 
All my enemies are after 
Me to-night, and hem me in. 

I know that mask. As I suspected, 
'Tis an old friend — now my worst foeman : 
He'd stab me; sees himself detected, 
And steals away, and speaks to no man. 

To the far-off world, oh ! could I 
Flee away, how glad I were ; 
But to this I cling with trembling — 
Horror here, and Darkness there. 

Hope. If the masking of the night, 
Sisters dear, be a delight ; 
Yet, be sure to-morrow's coming 
Will bring with it joy more bright 
Than your gayest masking, mumming. 
Oh ! for the uncertain haze 
Of the torches' glimmering blaze, 
That the cheerful daybreak glow 
Over all its light would throw ! 
Then, at our own will, would we, 
Now in groups, and now alone. 
Or with one — some dearest one — 
Roam through lawn and meadow free ; 
Rest at leisure, roam at pleasure. 
And in life that knows no care, 
All things to our will replying, 
No repulse, and no denying, 




Wander, welcomed everywhere : 
Doubting not there still must be 
To be found some region blest — 
Happy home of all that's best. 

Prude7ice. Two of men's chief enemies — 

See you how I curb and chain them — 
Fear and Hope, ^take way for these : 
All is safe while I restrain them. 

With the tower above him swaying, 
See ! the live Colossus paces. 
Step by step, my will obeying, 
Unfatigued, the steepest places. 

From the battlement, far gleaming. 
Quivers fast each snowy pinion, 
As looks round the goddess, deeming 
All she sees her own dominion. 

Who can see without admiring ? 
Light divine around her is — 
Victory her name — Inspiring 
Qwien of all activities ! 

Enter Zoilo-Thersites. 

Zoilo. Ho ! ho ! this is the very place for me. 
To set all right, for you're all wrong I see. 
What I may think of small game is small matter. 
See ! the fair lady, up there ; I'll be at her. 
Oh ! yes ; be sure it is no other than 
The dame Victoria. Well, if I'm a man, 
She, with the two white wings, cocked up there, thinks 
Herself an eagle — and that east and west, 
And north and south, and every point between them, 
Are hers — of her wide empire are but links : 
All things are hers, if she has only seen them ; 

ACT I.] 



Aye, aye, the lust of empire has its charms. 

They praise her ; aye, they praise her. I protest 

That to praise anything sets me in arm.s. 

What's low I would lift up ; what's high make low ; 

What's crooked I'd make straight ; not only so, 

But make straight crooked. I was, from my birth, 

One who saw always all things wrong on earth. 

The round earth ! Why should it be round? Aye, there 

Matters require reform — I'd have it square. 

Her. Aye, ragged rascal ! thou shalt not escape 
The good staffs welcome on thy crooked nape. 
Aye, turn and writhe, and wind and wheel away, 
And crawling, lick the dust. Begone ! I say. 
Strange how the fellow, with his broken hump, 
Whirls on the floor — the round, rough, loathsome lump. 
The porcupine — no head, or arms, or leg. 
How the thing puffs ! — 'tis very like an egg. 
Look there ! it swells, it lengthens, bursts asunder ; 
And a twin birth behold ! — a double wonder ! — 
Adder and bat : through dust the one you track, 
And one up to the roof is flitting black. 
They're making their way out to meet again, 
And reunite — oh ! save me from the twain. 

[Zoilo-Thersites disappears as described. 

Murmurs of the C7'owd. " Up ! up ! ajiother dance comes oji." 

" Not I J indeed: would we were gone I 

Felt you how the spectres breathe 

From above and from beneath ? 

A thrilling whizzed along the root 

Of my hairT — *' // crawled along my foot. 

But no one's hurt!' — " Well, well—aWs right ; 

But we have had siich a fright. 

All the fun, any way, is ended: 

This was what the brute intended.'^ 

[77/^ Herald sees a group approaching, which he de- 
scribes before they are seen by the general company. 


FA us TO S. 

' ACT I. 

Tier. Since first I took upon myself the task 
To play the herald's part, at mime or mask, 
I always watched the doors, that nothing might 
Find entrance in, that could in any way 
Disturb, even for a moment, the delight 
That in a theatre, on holiday, 
Vou have in truth a title to expect. 
I waver not, I yield not, have no fear ; 
I keep the door well watched and guarded here. 
But through the window spectres may glide in, 
From tricks of magic. Even could I detect 
Such tricks, I have no power to keep you free. 
I cannot but acknowledge that about 
The dwarf was something to create grave doubt ; 
But now in pour the spectres, in full stream, 
Resistless. Who each figure is, and what 
The characters assumed are, it would seem 
The Herald's fitting duty to explain. 
But here to try would be an eftbrt vain : 
I cannot tell you, for I know it not. 
Here there is mystery beyond my reach. 
Here you must help me ; here you, too, must teach. 
See you a roll and rustling through the crowd ? 
A gallant team of four — a splendid car — 
Sweeps swiftly hitherward. It glitters far. 
It doth not part the crowd, nor doth there seem 
Tumult or pressure round that glorious team. 
In coloured light on moves it far and fast. 
And wandering stars of fire are from it cast, 
As from a magic lantern. How it speeds 
Hither I and with the roar of a strong blast. 

Make way for it ! — I shudder, and 

[T/ie car described by the Herald fio'iu appears on the 

Knabe Lenker {_Boj' Chariottcr\ Halt, steeds ! 
Stay your wings I stay ! and feel the accustomed rein ; 

ACT I.] 



Restrain yourselves : be still when I restrain ; 
Rush on when I inspire ; respect the ground 
On which we are ! Look everywhere around ! 
Circle on circle — how spectators throng. 
Up, Herald ! up ! and ere we speed along, 
And are far out of sight, be it your aim 
To paint and to present us each by name, 
As suits your office. Allegories be 
The matters that you trade in — such are we. 

Her. I do not know your name, but I 
Would venture on description. 

Le7i. Try ! 

Her. First, looking at you, I admit 
You have youth — and beauty goes with it. 
'Twixt man and boy ; the fair beholder 
Thinks you'll look better, too, when older. 
You seem to me one, upon whom to gaze 
May give them danger in the future days — 
A dear deceiver from your very birth. 

Len. Prettily said. Go on ; make it appear 
How far the riddle of this acted mirth 
Your skill can solve — your comment let us hear. 

Her. The eyes' swart fire — the jewelled band that presses 
With starry glow the midnight of thy tresses — 
The graceful, showy, ornamental gown, 
That from the shoulders to the sock falls down 
In glittering tissue, and the glowing fringe 
That streams along the sides with purple tinge — 
Your person from a girl's one scarce would know; 
But the girls think of it, for weal or woe : 
They have already given you, it may be, 
Some little lessons in the a b c. 

Len. The splendid figure on the chariot throne ! 
Give us your notion of who it may be. 

Her. The King in every look of his is shown ; 
And opulent, I guess, and mild is he : 



[act I. 

Who win his favour they from care are free — 
May rest them at their ease. His active eyes 
Spy out their wants, his lavish hand suppHes : 
The liberal hand is more than house or land. 

Left. Your vague description will not help us much. 
You may improve your sketch with little trouble : 
Add in another and another touch. 

Her. Noble he is ! No words can paint the Noble ! 
A hale moon face, full mouth, and cheeks that glow 
Under the diamonded turban's snow ; 
A sumptuous robe, that falls with easy flow ; 
And in his gestures, and his graceful mien. 
The calm of long accustomed sway is seen. 

Len. 'Tis Plutus ! god of wealth. In happy hour 
Come on a visit to the Emperor, 
In all his pomp and prodigality. 
I fancy he'll be very welcome now. 

Her. But of yourself tell us the What and How. 

Left. I am Profusion — I am Poesy. 
I am the Poet who feels his true power. 
And is himself, indeed, but in the hour 
When he on the regardless world hath thrown, 
With lavish hand, the wealth, peculiarly his own. 
And I am rich — am rich immeasurably : 
Plutus alone in riches equals me. 
Through me his banquets charm, his dances live : 
That which they could not else have had, I give. 

Her. The bragging tone sits gracefully on you ; 
But show us something of what you can do. 

Len. I do but snap my fingers, and around 
The car are sparks and lightning- flashes found. 

[Snaps his fingers. 

Here goes a string of pearls, and here 
Are golden clasps for neck and ear ; 
Comblet and crown the next snap brings, 
And gems of price in costliest rings ; 

ACT I.] 


And flamelets here and there I throw, 
In the fond hope that some may glow. 

Her. How they crowd, and grasp, and snatch at 
Everything that they can catch at ! 
They'll crush his life out. Toy and trinket 
He flings to them. Only think it — 
All snatch at them, gem and jewel, 
As in dreams ; but, oh, how cruel ! 
As I live 'tis but a juggle. 
After a poor devil's struggle 
For a gem — and he has got it — 
For a ring — and he has caught it — 
When he thinks he has a treasure, 
It takes wings at its own pleasure. 
Pearl-strings snap, the beads are falling — 
Beetles in the hand are crawling. 
Flung impatiently away, 
Humming round his head they play. 
Another clutches for his prize 
A very swarm of butterflies, 
That flutter off capriciously ; 
I'd almost say maliciously. 
Scamp ! to have promised them so much, 
And put them off with rubbish such. 

Len. The Herald's business is of masks to tell, 
But not to penetrate below the shell 
Into the essence. This is not your right 
Or proper province : it asks sharper sight. 
From all discussions I would keep me free. 
Master, to thee I turn, and ask of thee [burning io 

Plutus] — 
Hast thou not given me full dominion o'er 
The glorious team, the tempest-footed four? 
Do I not, at thy will, their motions sway ? 
Am I not where thy impulse points the way? 
Was it not mine to rush on daring wing 



[act I. 

Triumphantly along the Chariot-ring, 
And home to thee the palm of victory bring ? 
And, in War's splendid game, the conqueror's meed 
When did I seek for thee, and not succeed ? 
The laurel-wreath, that shines thy brows above, 
Was it not I with mind and hand that wove ? 

Flu. Gladly — oh ! would that all the world could hear it — 
Do I proclaim thee spirit of my spirit ; 
To aid my wishes still thy wishes fly ; 
Richer thou art — oh ! far more rich than I ! 
The green bough and thy wreath, I value them 
More — 'twill delight thee — than my diadem. 
Thou art — let all men know it — my best treasure : 
Thou art my son, in whom my soul hath pleasure. 

Len. \to the croivd\. The choicest gifts I have to give — 
See ! I've scattered them around — 
Are the flamelets fugitive, 
That for a little moment shed 
Their fire on this or that one's head ; 
From one to one away they bound ; 
O'er this brow halo-like they sit, 
From that in restless brilliance flit : 
A light loose blaze of flickering gauze 
That dies before we know it was. 
Alas ! how seldom will the light, 
Shed anywhere, rise high or bright ; 
Wiih many a one burned out before 
They know — it fades— falls — is no more. 

Clacking of Women. Look at the crouching rascal on 
The carriage roof — a charlatan — 
Hans Merryman — poor Jack ; but very 
Far now looks Merryman from merry. 
Hunger and thirst have bared his jaw-bones ; 
None ever saw such sorry raw bones. 
Pinch him ! there's nothing here to pinch : 
Skin and bone — if he's flesh he'll flinch. 




Starveling. Off ! touch me not, vile women ! Ye 
Have never a good word for me. 
Until my lady was too grand 
To house-affairs to give a hand ; 
Too grand to answer every call, 
Work hard, and have an eye to all : 
Things went on well. No room for doubt — 
All running in and nothing out. 
I kept the key of chest and strong box : 
But I am always in the wrong box. 
You scoffed such poor economist, 
And called me Lady Stingy-fist. 
Oh ! yes, I always am to blame, 
Old screw and skin-flint then my name. 
But now the woman has grown daring — 
No thought of stinting or of sparing ; 
No, nor of paying. Think of paying, 
With wants increasing — means decaying ! 
Her good man scarce can walk the streets — 
In debt to every one he meets. 
And all that she can filch, she flings 
Away on dress or junketings. 
She drinks more wine — aye, too, and better— 
With the young rascals that beset her. 
New wants are every day arising — 
Old times are gone. Is it surprising, 
That thirst for gold, no more your peevish vice 
Of pinch-gut parsimonious Avarice, 
Puffs itself out — puts on Man's mask ? In me, 
Lo ! the new Science of Economy ! [grabble ; 

Ringleader of the Women. With dragons let the old drake 
Skin-flint with Flint-skin grin and gabble : 
Why with them keep up a struggle ? 
Is not all a lie — a juggle ? 
The men — were they not bad enough ? — 
Are stung to madness by this stuff. 



[act I. 

Mass of Wofiun. At him ! At his dragons made of 
Pasteboard ! What are you afraid of ? 
Nothing here but He, cheat, trick : 
Wizard ! juggler ! heretic ! 
Destined shortly to exhibit 
At the stake, or on the gibbet. 

Her, Peace ! or my staflf the coast will clear : 
Yet is my help scarce wanting here. 
See you how, in their wrath, the monsters raise 
Their scales, and each his double wings displays ? 
Their jaws breathe fire, and the crowd flies apace : 
I thank the dragons, they have cleared the place. 

[Plutus steps from the car. 

Her. See ! he descends ; and with what kingly grace 
He moves — approaching hither. At his beck 
The dragons rouse, and from the chariot bear 
The chest with all its gold, and the poor wreck 
Of man that seems to guard the treasures there. 

How accomplished, who can tell ? 
'Tis little less than miracle. 

Plu. [to Lenker]. It was a heavy burden. Thou art 
free : 

Away to thine own sphere. Away with thee ! 
Thy place— thy true place — is not here, among 
A wild, ree-raw, self-willed, tumultuous throng, 
Together here in mad confusion hurled. 
There, where the clear eye sees in calm the clear ; 
There, where the good, the beautiful is dear ; 
Where the pure impulse of the heart alone 
Doth guide thee, and thou art indeed thine own. 
In solitude : oh ! there create thy world. 

Len. Dear to myself as envoy true of thine, 
I love thee ; for thy nature, too, is mine. 
Fulness is ever where thou dost remain, 
And where I am men feel i: glorious gain ; 

ACT I.] 



And many a one will all his life debate — 

"To thee, to me, shall he be dedicate?" 

Thine may at will lie down and rest. For those 

Who follow me there never is repose. 

Nor sleep my acts in secret and in shade : 

Do I but breathe, my presence is betrayed. 

Farewell ! I seek the joy you give full fain ; 

But whisper low, and I am here again. \Exit as he came. 

Flu. Now for the imprisoned treasures of the box ! 
Just with the Herald's rod I touch the locks. 
'Tis open ! Look you here : in brazen kettles 
It boils out — golden streams — and now it settles, 
And stiffens into chains, crowns, trinkets, rings. 
And now it bubbles and boils up again : 
Seizing on, melting, swallowing all the things 
It had created. 

Alternate Cry of Crowd. Look ! look there ! how fast 'tis 
going : 

Bubbling, boiling, overflowing. 
Gushing streams of many colours ; 
Golden cups, and minted dollars ; 
Ducats, ducats following 
See the monster swallowing ! 
Now of rouleaus flings a heap up, 
And I feel my bosom leap up ; 
Now the cauldron's boiling over, 
And the ground all round 'twill cover. 
All of which we have been dreaming — 
All for which we have been scheming — 
'Tis your own — 'tis but to snatch it ; 
Yours, if only you can catch it. 
Snatch it ! catch it ! seize the ofler, 
While we carry off" the cofl"er ! 

Her. The fools ! what are they at ? What do you 
mean ? 

Know you not that all this is but a scene 



[act I. 

In a masquerade ? You've spoiled the evening's play. 
Think you that men their money give away, 
And money's worth, so lightly? Counters would, 
To throw about among you, be too good. 
Clowns ! they imagine that a show, forsooth, 
Should at the same time be the plain coarse truth. 
Truth ! why your whole life is a lie. The True — 
What meaning, rascals, could it have for you ? 
Up, thou, that mummest thee in Plutus' part — 
Thou that the hero of our revels art — 
Sweep the field clear of these scoundrels. 

Plu. Aye, your wand 

Will do the work : entrust it to my hand. 
The road — I promise you that this will keep it 
Clear. See ! the wand, into the fire I dip it. 
Now, then, for it, Maskers — now of yourselves take care. 
How it does crackle ! — with what lightning glare 
It flashes out ! And now the wand is lit, 
And every one who ventures too near it 
Will be singed and scorched. 

I say, take care of your skins : 
Be warned in time, my circuit now begins. 

Scream a7id Crush. How he does whisk the rod about/" 
" 'Tis over with us all^ no doubt J' 

Ba^k ! back ! I say.''— 'Til keep my place,'' 
" The fire-spray flashed into viy face.'' 

Ha ! but 'twas hcaiy — that hot mace." 
" Back, there ! back! hack, Maskers! vile pack I" 

Back, stupid rascals ! back, I say ! " 

Aye, had I wings to fly azvay." 

Plu. The circle's wider now, and all is right ; 
None singed or scorched, though all pushed back in fright : 
Yet, to secure some order, it were well 
Round us to draw a cord invisible. 

Her. You have done wonders; forced back to the ranks 
These noisy mutineers : accept my thanks. 

ACT I.] 



Plu. There still is need of patience, noble friend ; 
Signs many tumults manifold portend. 

Starv. Now, with this charmed ring round me, at my case 
I may deal with the ladies as I please. 
There's something comic in their forward paces — 
They always so crowd up to the front places ; 
Where anything is to be seen worth seeing, 
At mask or merry-make, they're sure of being, 
With eager lips and eyes ; — are young and lusty, 
The jades— and I'm not altogether rusty. 
A pretty girl's a pretty girl, do you see ? 
And, let me tell you, is not lost on me. 
To-day 'twill cost me nothing : I'll do lover. 
Words in the crowd can scarce be made intelligible 
To the quickest ear; but could we not discover 
A language of expression much more eligible ? 
1 have been pondering o'er it this some time, 
And think that I could play a pantomime. 
Gestures — hand — foot — significant shrug of shoulders — 
To reach the eyes of the crowd would scarcely answer ; 
I've something else to show, that all beholders 
Will recognise at once. I'm no romancer. 
Gold — pliant gold — I'll mould it. The moist clay 
Takes any shape — and everywhere makes way. 

Her. What is the fool at? The lank fool ! can it 
Be that this hunger- bitten thing has wit ? 
He is in an odd humour. See ! the gold 
Under his hand into a paste is rolled. 
He kneads it — presses it : the red soft ball 
He shapes, reshapes, leaves shapeless after all. 
He turns him to the women. At the sight 
They scream, and, if they could, would take to flight. 
Disgust is in their glances ; but for ill 
The rascal is at his devices still. 
With him to scoff down decency is quite 
A matter of amusement and delight. 



[act I. 

To suffer this in silence were disgrace : 

Give me the staff to drive him from the place. 

Flu. The danger from without he does not see. 
His mad pranks let him play out at his will ; 
They'll soon be over, for Necessity, 
Strong as is Law, than Law is stronger still. 

Enter Fauns, Satyrs, Gnomes, Nymphs, d^'r., Attendants 
on Pan, and announcing his approach. 

Tumult and Song. The savage host comes suddenly 
From wooded vale, from mountain high — 
Worshipping their mighty Pan — 
With a resistless cry ! 

They know that which to none but them is known : 
Straight to the empty circle sweep they on. 

Flu. I recognise you and your mighty Pan. 
A daring step to take, a rash bold thing ; 
I know what is not known to every man. 
And open as I ought this narrow ring. 
Oh ! may the issue favourable be ! 
\Vhither this strange step leads they do not see. 
The world may gaze on wonders unforeseen 
To spring to hie from what to-night has been. 

Wild Song. Ye, in holiday array, 
Decked with gaud and glitter gay, 
See, where rough they come and rude — 
The powerful, active, strong-built brood — 
With rapid run, with active spring, 
Leaping light into the ring. 

Fauns. The Fauns, a merry group, in pleasant dance, 
With oak-leaf wTeath on their crisp curls, advance. 
A fine sharp-pointed ear up presses, 
To meet the curly tresses. 
A stumpy little nose, a broad flat face, 
Are no bad passports to a lady's grace. 

ACT I.] 


In dances, from the paw of the young faun 
The fairest lady's hand is not withdrawn. 

Satyr. The goat-foot Satyr now hops in, 
With shrunk leg — sinewy and thin. 
He, chamois-like, from mountain height. 
Looks round him with a proud delight. 
In the keen air breathes freedom — life ; 
Despises homestead, child, and wife, 
Who in the valley's depth contrive, 
'Mid steam and smoke, to keep alive. 
Nor envy him his world on high — 
His solitudes of cliff and sky. 

G?wme. And now trips in a tiny band ; 
Not two and two, or hand in hand. 
With lamplet bright, in mossy dress. 
In intermingling lines we press. 
Each mannikin on his own labours 
Intent, nor thinking of his neighbours. 
Thus hither, thither, in and out. 
Like shiny ants, we run about. 
A kindly crew, a thrifty race ; 
Our haunt, the poor man's dwelling-place; 
Chirurgeons of the rocks well known, 
Our skill in mountain practice shown. 
We cup and bleed the hills ; we drain 
Of its best w^ealth the mineral vein ; 
Fling liberally the metals out : 
" Cheer up ! cheer up ! " our joyous shout. 
Benevolent is our intent. 
And good is still to good men meant. 
The good man's friend ; yet from the earth 
We drag into the light of day 
The gold for which men steal and slay, 
And woman gives her soul away. 
Nor, thanks to us, shall iron brand 
Be wanting to the proud man's hand, 

54 FAUSTUS. [act :. 

Who murders wholesale. Take man's life, 
Or steal, or take another's wife : 
Break these commandments three, the rest 
Will soon be slighted or transgressed. 
We grieve not : we are clear of blame, 
Guiltless and calm. Be thou the same ! 

Giants. Here come the wild men, fierce and fell — 
Among the Hartzberg heights that dwell : 
Tumultuously down they throng. 
In nature's ryaked rigour strong ; 
The pine-stem in each rough right hand ; 
Below the waist a padded band, 
A leafy screen above the knees : 
The Pope hath life-guards none like these. 

Nymphs in Choir [surrounding the great Pan, who noiv 
appears\. He comes I The Universe is here 
In Pax presented. Round him dance, 
All ye that be of happiest cheer. 
With antic measure, sportive glance ! 
Earnest he is, and kindly, and his will 
Is to see all around him happy still. 
Under the blue roof of the vaulted sky. 
He sits reposing with a wakeful eye ; 
Lists to the lullabies soft waters keep, 
And breezes that would rock him into sleep. 
When he sleeps at middle day 
No leaflet stirs upon the spray — 
Spirits of sweet herbs silently 
Are breathing through the still soft sky ; 
Nor may the Nymph be gay 
In that hush of noontide deep ; 
And, where she stood, she stands, in languorous sleep. 

When, with unexpected shout, 
His tremendous voice rings out, 

ACT I.] 


Like lightning among crashing trees, 
Or the roaring of the seas, 
As the sound rolls hither, thither, 
All would fly ; but how ? or whither ? 
Hosts in battle hour are quailing. 
Heroes' hearts with terror failing : 
Honour to whom honour's due. 
To the leader of the crew ! 

Deputation of Gnomes \to tJie great Pan]. 
If a rich and sparkling treasure 

Winds through cliffs its secret threads, 
'Tis the rod of the diviner 
Shows the labyrinthine beds. 

Troglodytes, in sunless grottoes, 
Vaults below the earth, we live ; 

Thine, the wealth that thence we bring thee, 
To the eye of day to give ! 

We have found a wondrous fountain, 
Well of wealth that, overflowing. 

More than a whole life could gather 
In a moment is bestowing. 

Without thee it is imperfect ; 

Thou, for others still possessing, 
Take it. Wealth to thee entrusted. 

To the whole world is a blessing. 

Flu. Keep cool ! for strange things are about to be 
But what will come, let's bear it cheerfully. 
You're not a man without some self-control, 
An incident comes on that well may try it — 
Stiffly will this age and the next deny it : 
Set it down truly in your protocol. 




Her. [/ayiug his hand on the staff which Plutus }wlds\ 
With what soft steps these miniatures of man 
Lead to the fount of fire majestic Pan ; 
Up from the deep abyss the torrents seethe, 
Then sink into a lower gulf beneath. 
The open mouth stands for a moment black, 
Till whirl the many-coloured billows back. 
The monarch of the woodlands, in delight, 
With a child's wonder gazes on the sight; 
And the gold-river, like a living thing, 
Seems to enjoy the rapture of the king — 
Leaps up exultingly, and in its play 
Scatters all round foam-showers of pearly spray. 
There he stands musing, o'er the fountain bent : 
— Oh ! trust not that wild wilful element. 
But see ! his beard drops dow^n, falls in. 
Who is he ? who ? — the smooth soft chin 
Hid by his hand ? The beard takes fire. 
Flies back, the blaze is mounting higher ! 
The garland crackles on his brow. 
And head and breast are burning now. 
The flames, the efforts to subdue them 
And beat them under, but renew them. 
Caught in the blaze the masks are all 
Burning. Disastrous festival ! 

But what's the rumour, that I hear 

That whispered runs from ear to ear. 

Oh ! luckless evil-omened night ! 

What suffering hast thou brought and sorrow ! 

On what a scene the morning light 

Will dawn ! — sad night ! — unhappy morrow ! 

The cry swells louder than before, 

" The Emperor ! the Emperor ! " 

He is in danger, is in pain — 

The Emperor's burned, and all his train. 



A curse on them who wou-ld advise, 
And lead him on in this disguise, 
Laced up in this fantastic trim, 
And these pitch twigs, to ruin him 
And themselves, — with their mad roar 
And song and revel evermore : 
He and they together go, 
'Tis universal overthrow ! 

Oh ! Youth, impetuous Youth, and wilt thou never 
Curb the wild impulse of life's happy season ? 
And Power, imperious Power, wilt thou not ever, 
Acting Omnipotence, give ear to Reason ? 

See ! on our mimic forest fierce flames play, 
And lapping here and there and everywhere, 
Up to the raftered roof sharp fire-tongues play. 
In smouldering ashes, work of one black night, 
Imperial splendour meets the morning light. 

Flu. Fear thus far hath had its sway, 
Now bring Help into the play. 
See ! the holy staff we bring — 
With it smite and smite the ground 
Till it tremble, rock, and ring. 
And obey the magic sound. 

Hush ! the cool airs from beneath 
A delicious fragrance breathe. 
Vapours of the valley, rise ! 
Float and flow into the skies ! 
Come, ye mists that from the plain 
Loaded are with the soft rain ; 
Cloudy fog- streaks, be ye spread 
O'er the fire- waves raging red ; 
Languid winds, from all sides blow. 
Waft the soft dews sailing low, 

FAUST us. 

[act I. 

That in upper air encamping, 
Curl the cloudlets drizzling, damping : 
Hither come, ye moist ones, playing ; 
Fleecy folds come darkening, brightening, 
Come, with gentle winds allaying — 
Calm the ire of the false fire 
Into peaceful summer lightning, 
Or faint sunset's watery glow ! 

When Spirits threaten is the hour 
For Magic to assert its power. 

Pleasure Garden. 

Morning Sun — The Kaiser — His Court — Faustus and 
Mephistopheles {dressed becomitigly in the usual Court 
dress of the day). Both kneel. Marshal, Heer- 
meister. Treasurer, Pages, Feudal Lord, and 
Court Fool. 

Faustus. Sire, pardon you of flames this magic show ! 

Kai. Oh ! that I often were deluded so ! 
All of a sudden a new realm I trod, 
Seemed of the world of fire the very God ; 
Coal-rocks, more black than night, for ever fed 
Bright flamelets, bursting from that marble bed ; 
While here and there from seething gulfs would rise 
A thousand flames that whirled into the skies. 
Where, playing loose in air, they hung aloof, 
Flickered and waved, and formed a vaulted roof ; 
Whence tongues of light, that intermingling crost. 
Gave to the eye a dome, now seen, now lost. 
Between far fire-shafts, wreathed with curling flame. 
Long lines of nations, onward moving, came 
Toward me : in wide rings streamed the pressing crowd — 
My subjects all — and all to me in homage bowed. 

ACT I.] 


And evermore some courtier's well-known face, 
'Mong the strange visages that thronged the place, 
Would catch my glance, and claim a moment's grace. 
With thousand salamanders circled round, 
I seemed the prince of that enchanted ground. 

Meph. Thou art ! The Elements owe thee allegiance ! 
Fire ! thou has tested it — gave prompt obedience. 
Throw thee into the boiling Ocean's waves, 
And straightway all sea-spirits are thy slaves ! 
Here, too, in pride of conquest, shalt thou tread 
Triumphantly the ocean's pearl-strewn bed \ 
See billows ever round thee rise and fall, 
And guard thee with their undulating wall. 
The tender green waves, purple-tinged, are swelling 
To form in the drear deep thy royal dwelling. 
The billows do thee homage. Through the brine 
A palace moves with every step of thine. 
The walls are happy in the magic gift 
Of life, exulting as, with arrow-swift 
To and fro gamboUings, their place they shift. 
And the sea-monsters float up from their caves, 
To the mild lustre glimmering through the waves, 
Throng to the light, till now unseen ; but they 
Fear to come nearer thee, and dart away : 
And dragons, golden-scaled, their high crests rear, 
And sharks, whose jaws gape wide, but cause no fear. 
Thou art a prince ! but ne'er on Levee-day 
Hast thou beheld so brilliant a display. 
Beauty smiles on thee : the Nereides 
Come to the very windows, if you please, 
Of the fresh-water palace in the seas — 
The young ones, shy and rather curious fish, 
The older, sober girls as one could wish. 
Thetis has heard it— holds out hands and lips : 
A second Peleus will the first eclipse ; 
— Then on Olympus height thy place to be ! 



[act I. 

Kai. The realms of Air Td rather leave to thee ; 
We are in no hurry to ascend that throne. 

Meph. And Earth, great prince, already is thine own. 

Kai. Through what good fortune have I chanced upon 
This wonder of the Thousand Nights and One? 
If, like Sheherazadc, most prolific 
Of story-tellers, you would every day 
Give something new — oh ! that were a specific 
'Gainst dulness that I never could repay. 
Be ready still with such delightful tales 
Of wonder when despondency prevails, 
And cares upon the sinking spirit weigh — 
Still cheer me when all else to cheer me fails. 

Mar. S^steps hastily in]. May it please your Highness, I 
had never thought 
That it at any time could be my lot 
Such joyous tidings to communicate 
As fill me now with rapture — every debt 
Has been paid off, the usurers' claws are dulled, 
My tortures — sharper than hell's torments — lulled. 
There cannot be in heaven a happier man. 

J/eer. \_follows hastily]. The army's paid whatever had 
been due. 

The soldiers to their colours pledged anew, 
The merry Lanzknecht's got a large advance, 
And girls and vintners bless the lucky chance. 

Kai. You breathe more freely, and your careworn face 
Has actually assumed a cheerful grace ; 
And what a step ! — why, I protest, you run ! 

Trea. {entering]. Ask these men^ they will tell what they 
have done. 

Faust. The Chancellor will please to state the case ; 
It falls in with the duties of his place. 

Chan, [advancing slowly], ^^'ho could have ever dreamed 
such happiness 
Would come the days of my old age to bless. 

ACT I.] 


Listen ! and look upon the heaven-sent leaf, 

That into joy hath changed a people's grief. 

\jR.eads\ — " To all wJiom it coficerneth, atid so forth : — 

This note of hand, that purports to be worth 

A thousand crowns, subjects to such demand 

The boundless treasure buried in the land. 

And faj't/iermore, said treasure underground, 

To pay said sum is, whensoever found, 

And wheresoever, firmly pledged and bound." 

Kai. Audacity unheard of! — foul deceit! 
Who signed the Emperor's name to such vile cheat? 
What punishment can for such crime atone } 

Trea. Forget you, Sire, the writing is your own ? 
This last night you were in the character 
Of Pan : we saw the Chancellor prefer 
The suit. He said, " A few strokes of your pen 
Will bless the people over whom you reign. 
Do make them happy on this festal night." 
And then you did take up the pen and write. 
No time was lost. A thousand artists plied, 
A thousandfold the scroll was multiplied ; 
And that the good to every one might fall, 
We stamped at once the series, one and all. 
Tens — thirties — fifties — hundreds off we strike ! 
Never was anything that men so like : 
Your city, mouldering and in despair. 
Has caught new life, and joy is everywhere. 
Long as your name was by the world held dear, 
Never did it so brightly shine as here — 
The alphabet ! what is it to this sign ? — 
To this " hoc signo vinces " note of thine ? 

Kai. For good gold, then, in Court and camp it 

And for good gold is taken by die masses ? 
I must permit it, though it does seem odd. 
Mar. The papers flying everywhere abroad— 


FAUST us. 

Stop it — oh yes ! — the Hghtning flashes stop — 
At every banker's booth and money-shop, 
For each leaf you can have (deducting still 
Some discount) gold and silver, if you will. 
Then off with you to butcher and to baker, 
Vintner, and such like — tailor, sausage-maker. 
Half the world passes — wealth is such a blessing — 
Its days in feasting — the other half in dressing. 
Flaunting in their new clothes — show their new riches- 
The mercer cuts away — the stitcher stitches — 
And " long live Cresar ! " blurt out, 'mid the ringing 
Of plates — of boiling, broiHng, swearing, singing. 

Meph. And he who walks alone the public ways, 
And fixes on the fairest there his gaze. 
And sees her move, with bland attractiveness. 
In all the splendour of imposing dress ; 
The peacock's proud plume shades one eye, the while 
She smirks, and simpers by with meaning smile — 
Methinks she sees, and seems to understand 
The import of this little note of hand. 
Aye ! and it wins from her, as by a spell, 
The favours that my lady has to sell. 
When words are weak, and wit all out of joint, 
'Tis this that brings a woman to the point : 
Close in the bosom^ hidden there from view. 
It lies so nicely in a billet-doux. 
The priest — he now no purse or scrip need bear — 
Devoutly folds it in his Book of Prayer. 
The soldier moves more freely, at his loins 
No longer carrying a weight of coins. 
Pardon me. Sire ; on such details to dwell. 
No doubt seems trifling with the miracle. 

Faust. The treasure that within the land lies deep 
Entranced, as 'twere, in an enchanted sleep, 
Frozen and fixed — useless, while unemployed — 
This may be disemprisoned, be enjoyed. 

ACT I.] 


Man, in imagination's boldest hour, 

To reach such treasure's limit has no power. 

The intellect strives ever, strives in vain, 

Some dim anticipation to attain ; 

But Spirits grasp it — see beyond the sense— 

Have in the Boundless boundless confidence. 

Meph. An easy substitute for gold and pearls 
This paper is, and its convenience such, 
We know at once how little, and how much 
We have : no need of testing and of weighing ; 
No chaffering, cheapening, proving, or assaying. 
But to the vintner's, or the merry girl's. 
Off with us ! Wish we specie — little danger 
Of waiting long to find a money-changer. 
At worst it is but digging — in a trice 
You shovel up cup and trinkets plenty ; call 
An auction, for the bill make quick provision, 
To the discomfiture and shame of all 
Who looked upon our project with derision. 
Once used to them, men will have nothing but 
These leaves — so easy to receive and spend ; 
And the realm circulates, from this hour out, 
Jewels, and gold, and paper to no end. 

Kai. \to Faustus and Meph,]. You've done the 
some service, and a meed 
Appropriate to such service I've decreed. 
We do appoint you now, of our good pleasure, 
Our custodees of subterranean treasure. 
Wealth from all other eyes that Earth holds hid, 
Guard ; let none dig or delve but as you bid. 

[To the Officers of the Treasury.] 

And, Treasurers, as behoves in your high place, 
Aid with becoming dignity and grace, 
"Thus shall we see, with profit and delight, 
The Upper- and the Under-world unite. 



Trea. No danger, Sire, of discord or debate, 
Or deficit, now that my happy fate 

Makes the magician my associate. \Exit with Faustus. 

Kai. If I distribute gifts among my Court, 
How will they use them ? let each tell me now. 

\st Page \t'eceiving his gift"]. I'll pass my life in gaiety and 

2fid Page [receivi?ig\ I'll buy a frontlet for my lady's brow : 
Rings in her ear and on her hand shall shine. 

Cha?nberlain [^taking his present]. I'll drink two flasks for 

one, and better wine. 
Another. The dice, I feel them — and the itch of play. 
Feudal Lord [thoughtfully]. I'll free my castle from its 

debts to-day. 

Afiother. A treasure ! — yes, a treasure ! — with the rest, 
I'll hoard it up securely in a chest. 

Kai. I thought to have waked the ardour that inspires 
Bold enterprise — new deeds and new desires. 
Wealth leaves you each employed at his old game — 
The same ! I should have known you — still the same. 

The Court Fool {who had been supposed dead) presents 

Fool \approaching\ You shower down gifts, let me have 

part of the shower. 
Kai. What ! you alive ! you'd drink them in an hour. 
Fool. Drink? — magic leaves ! I comprehend you not. 
Kai. Strange if you did ! you'd use them badly, sot ! 
Fool. There, more are dropping — I do not know what 
To do. 

Kai. Do ! take them, they fell to your lot. 

\Exit Kaiser. 

Fool. Five thousand crowns ! the words are \vritten plain. 
Meph. What, two-legged bladder, on thy feet again ? 
Fool. Aye ! down, then up, seldom so well as now. 
Meph. How glad you look, the sweat runs down your brow. 

ACT I.] 



Fool. And is this money ? look at it ; what do you think ? 
Meph. Money, no doubt of it, and meat and drink. 
Fool. And will it buy me corn, land, house, and kine ? 
Meph. No doubt of it : bid only, they are thine. 
Fool. Castle and park, and forest, fish-pond, chase ? 
Meph. All these — and then the title of Your Grace. 
Fool. I'll have the castle ; sleep to-night in it. \Exit. 
Meph. [alone]. Who but will now acknowledge our fool's 

Dark Gallery. 
Faustus — Mephistopheles. 

Mephistopheles. Why drag me down these dismal passages ? 
A pleasant notion of what pleasant is 
You seem to have. The merriment within, 
The gay throng of great people crowding thick — 
Why drag me from it ? 'tis the very scene 
For drollery, cajolery and trick. 

Faust. Speak not of that. You cannot but have been 
Out-wearied with its sameness long ago, 
The glitter is all gone of that poor show. 
The purpose — or I take it so^to be — 
Of all your restless shuffling to and fro, 
Is to escape a moment's talk with me. 
Now I am tortured into act though loth — 
The Chamberlain and Marshal at me both. 
The Emperor's impatient for the play 
Of Helena and Paris, so they say : 
He wills it, and there must be no delay. 
The model forms of man's and woman's beauty 
He would behold as they appeared in life : 
Swift to the task — up, Spirit ! do thy duty. 
The Emperor waits — I may not break my word. 

Meph. So lightly to have promised was absurd. 





Faust. This comes, companion, from the arts you use : 
We made him rich, and now we must amuse. 

Meph. You think the thing is done as soon as said. 
Here before steeps more perilous we stand, 
That guard the frontier of a foreign land. 
Art rash enough the hostile ground to tread ? 
Aye ! with the devil to pay, 'tis mighty cheap. 
Worlds of new debt upon your head to heap. 
AVould you call up their Helena of old, 
Like those pale paper phantoms of false gold ? 
Of witch materials from the yielding sex — 
Of dwarfy men, with puffed and pursy necks — 
Of midnight ghosts and goblins, and the stuff 
That ghosts are made of, you shall have enough. 
But devils' drabs — though good things in their way — 
Would not quite do your heroine parts to play. 

Faust. Aye, twanging on the same old string again! 
Why is it that you never can speak plain ? 
Consult with you ! that always is about 
One's worst expedient — you suggest new doubt. 
The father of all hindrance — your advice. 
An agent's — for each job who has his price ; 
Mumble but a few sounds, and, quick as thought, 
While one looks round, you have them on the spot. 

Meph. I and the Heathen never hit it well. 
They're none of mine, and they have their own hell. 
But there are means 

Faicsi. Speak ! speak ! delay me not. 

Meph. But there are means — reluctantly do I 
Unveil a higher Mystery — Goddesses 
August enthrone themselves in loneliness. 
Place none around them, glimpse of Time still less. 
They are — we speak not of them, scarce will think — 
They are the Mothers 

Faust. Mothers.! 

Meph. Do you shrink ? 

Are you shuddering ? 

ACT I.] 



Faust. Mothers ! mothers ! It sounds strange. 

MepJi. And is so. Goddesses beyond the range 
Known to yoii mortals. We of them would keep 
Strict silence. For their homes you may scrape deep 
Under the undermost. Aye, go there, do. 
You have yourself to blame for it ; but for you 
We'd have no need of them. 

Faust. The road ? 

Meph. The road ! 

There's no road. Road ! — road to where none have 

Ever — none ever will tread ! — road to where 

I warrant never suppliant bent in prayer, 

Nor ever will hereafter ! Art thou ready ? 

No locks are there — no bolts to be pushed back ; 

But solitudes whirl round in endless eddy. 

Canst grasp in thought what no words can express — 

Vacuity and utter loneliness ? 

Faust. You might have spared, methinks, this solemn 
speeching ; 

Something of the old time it seems to smack ; 
Brings back the very smell of the witch kitchen. 
Have I not dealt in the world ? and have I not 
There learned the empty ? — there the empty taught ? 
What I saw clearly, if I spoke out plain, 
Was I not doubly contradicted then ? 
And to escape the blows from all sides given, 
To savage solitude was I not driven. 
Till sick of life in such dull sameness passed, 
I gave me over to the Devil at last? 
Meph. And hadst thou swum through ocean, even 

Its shoreless desolation, thou wouldst see 
Wave on wave coming everlastingly, 
In the very jaws of ruin ; something still 
Would meet the eye — say, dolphins on tlie green 
Of the smooth surface, sporting at their will ; 

c 2 




Cloud-shadows trailing — sun, moon, many a star, 

In the illimitable void afar 

Nothing whatever — nothing there is seen. 

Where your foot falls the unsubstantial ground 

Sinks down — still sinks ; you move — you hear no sound. 

Faust. The very rant of the bierophant 
When he is wheedling some poor neophyte. 
Your promise though is the reverse of his, 
And its results in all things opposite. 
You'd send me to the empty to increase 
Science, Art, Power. I see what you are at — 
The old tale of the chestnuts, and the cat 
Scorching his paws in the cinders. Never mind, 
I'll sift it to the depth : in this, your evil 
Find good — in this your nothing all things find. 

Meph. We part ; but I must own you know the devil. 
Here take this Key. 

Faust. That little thing ! 

Meph. Aye, take 

And hold it tight, nor little of it make. 

Faust. It swells ! — it shines ! — it flashes in my hand ! 

Meph. The virtue there is in it, understand ! 
The Key will scent the Mothers to their lair. 
Follow his guidance down, and you are there. 

Faust. The Mothers ! it falls on me like a blow. 
How can a word — a sound — affect me so ? 

Meph. Such narrow-mindedness ! At a new word 
Quailing ! — wouldst never hear but what you've heard ? 
If — pardon me — a meaning's to be found, 
Beyond what your thoughts reach to, in a sound. 
Is that a matter to astonish us, 
So long inured to the Miraculous ? 

Faust. Think not in torpor that I place my weal. 
'Tis man's — 'tis man's to shudder and to feel 
The Human in us, though the world disown 
And mock at feeling, seized and startled thus. 

Acr I.J 



In on itself by strong revulsion thrown, 
Thrills at the Vast— the Awful — the Unknown. 

Meph. Sink then ! I might say rise — 'tis one. Fly 

From earth — from all existences that are, 

Into the realms of Image unconfined. 

Gloat upon charms that long have ceased to be : 

Like cloud-wreaths rising, rolling, the combined 

Army of Apparitions rush on thee. 

Wave high the Key, and keep them at far length — 

From thy person keep them. 

Faust. As I grasp the Key, 

My heart expands to the great work, and strength 
Is given me. Onward 1 

Meph. A burning Tripod tells thee thou hast found 
The deepest — art below the deepest ground ; 
And by its light the Mothers thou wilt see — 
Some sit, and others stand, or, it may be, 
In movement are. Formation, Transformation, 
Eternal Play of the Eternal Mind, 
With Semblances of all things in creation, 
For ever and for ever sweeping round. 
Onward ! They see thee not, for they but see 
Shapes substanceless. There's risk — be bold — be brave : 
Straight to the Tripod ; touch it with the Key. 

[Faustus takes a firm cotiimajiding attitude with the 

Meph. [looking at hint]. All's right ! it clings ! — it 
follows ! Faithful slave ! 
Thou reascendest — Fortune raising thee — 
Calm, self-possessed, as one that knows not fear ; 
Ere they have marked thine absence, thou art here. 
Bring but the Tripod hither, and from night 
Hero and Heroine you may raise to light — 
The first to venture on such bold design. 
'Tis done ; to have accomplished it is thine — 

70 FAUSTUS. [act i. 

And now as tlie magician bids, the clouds 
Of waving incense shape them into Gods. 
Faust. And now ? what now ? 

Meph. Thy being downward strain. 

Stump, and you sink ; stamp — you ascend again. 

[Faustus stamps a?id sinks. 
Meph. [alone]. If the Key lead him but in the right 
track ! 

— I wonder, is he ever to come back ? 

Brilliantly Lighted Halls. 

Kaiser a»d Princes. T/ie Court m 7notio7i. Chamber- 
lain, Marshal, Mephistopheles, Blondine, Bru- 
NE'iTE, Dame, Page. 

Chamberlaifi [to Meph.] Give us the Spirit scene without 
delay — 

The Emperor's impatient for the play. 

Afar. 'Twas but a moment since his Grace did ask 
About it. Haste ! The party was made for 
This show of yours, and the thing must be done, 
Or you will compromise the Emperor. 

Meph. My friend's this very moment at his task ; 
He has gone away to work at it — has gone 
To his study ; has begun it : 'twill go on 
Well — I've no doubt of it. Closeted close, none dare 
]3isturb him as he works in secret there. 
Who would raise up such treasure — would bid rise 
The Beautiful — needs for the enterprise 
The highest Art— the Magic of the Wise. 

Mar. It matters not what arts you call to aid ; 
The Emperor's will is that the play be played. 

Blon. [to Meph.] A word, an't please you, sir. You see 
my face 

Is now quite clear ; but 'tis another case 




When summer comes. In tiie hot horrid weather 
A hundred brown-red spots sprout out together, 
Hiding the white skin, clouding it with freckles. 
A cure, sir ! 

Meph. Pity, that a face so pretty, 
I'hat smiles so dazzlingly on me to-day 
Should look so in the month of merry May, 
Like a young panther's hide — all spots and speckles. 
Take frog-spawn, toads' tongues— stew all in a skillet, 
And when the moon is at the full distil it ; 
And in the wane, be sure to spread it on. 
Spring comes and goes — the freckles, too, are gone. 

Bru. \Jiavitig made her way to hini\. The crowd throng 
round, they fawn on you and flatter; 
May I a plain word speak ? A little matter 
Ails me. A cure, my lord ! A frozen foot 
Mars walking, dancing, spoils even my salute 
When I would curtsey. 

Meph. If you would but grant . 
Me just to press your foot 

Bru. With a gallant — 

A lover — I might do it. 

Meph. Child I the print 

Of my foot hath a deeper meaning in't. 
A cure will follow if my foot but strike, 
Whatev^er the disease. 'Tis like to like 
Forms the great secret of the healing art. 
Thus foot cures foot, and so with every part. 
Now for the tread, which you need not return. 

Bru. [screaming]. Pain ! pain ! it was a liard stamp, like 
a burn, 

As of a horse-hoof. How can I endure 
The torture? 

Afeph. With the torture take the cure. 

At dances you can now with pleasure move, 
At table mix feet with the man you. love. 



[act I. 

Dame [pressing foni<ard\ Me I — let me through ! I can- 
not bear the pain ; 
It boils up from my heart — it burns my brain. 
Last night he lived but in my glances ; he 
Chats with her now, and turns his back on me. 

Meph. A case of difficulty 'tis and doubt. 
You must press gently up to him — hear me out — 
This cinder keep, and with it on his cloak 
Or on his sleeves or shoulder make a stroke, 
Or any part that may your fancy take : 
Remembrance and repentance will awake. 
The cinder you immediately must swallow ; 
Wine must not touch your lips, nor water follow 
This food. He sighs before your door to-night. 

Da7ne. There is not poison in it } 

Meph. \e7iraged\ Honour bright ! 

Think who you speak with. Tong enough in vain 
Might a man search to find the like again. 
It came from one of the old wizard-pyres. 
— We've not been lately stirring up the fires. 

Page \approachi?ig\ They scorn my love — they say 'tis 
but a boy's. 

Meph. [aside]. Whom shall I listen to ? What crowds ! 

what noise ! [fears ; 

[To the Page]. Tell not to growing girls your hopes and 
Youth is not valued but by those in years. 
[Othe7-s press up to hini\ There — more ; no end of comers 

— age and youth. 
My last, sad, only refuge is the truth. 
Oh, Mothers ! Mothers ! let but Fauslus loose. 
[Looks 7'ound\ The lights aheady glimmer in the hall 
The whole Court's moving thither, one and all. 
Each pressing after each in their degrees. 
Through the long walks, down the far galleries. 
And now they gather in the ample space 
Of the old Ritter-saal, and scarce find place. 

ACT I.] 



O'er the broad walls the tapestry hangs rich, 
And armour gleams from every nook and niche. 
It needs no charm to bid the Spirits come : 
Your Ghosts are here if anywhere at home. 

RiTTER-SAAL, dimly lighted. Kaiser and Court have 
entered. Herald, Astrologer, Mepiiistopheles, 
Architect, Faustus, Ladies, Ritters, &c. 

Herald. The usage of announcing our new play 
Must to necessity for once give way. 
The Spirits keep their secrets, and in vain 
We seek the hidden magic to explain. 
The seats arranged, the chairs are ready all — 
The Emperor placed in front of the high wall. 
There, worked in tapestry, he may behold 
In peace the wars of the great days of old. 
Now the Court circle's filled, and all around 
Crowds throng the benches, lining the background. 
Lovers find room near lovers, and their fear 
Will press them closer when the Ghosts appear. 
And so, all being settled and at ease. 
We are quite ready. Rise, Ghosts, if you please. 


Astral. Begin the Drama ! 'tis the Sire's command. 
Obedient to his will, ye Walls expand ! 
Magic for everything that we require, 
In any exigency, is at hand. 
The curtain, curling as though touched by fire, 
Is gone— the wall divides — turns round, and there 
Before us stands, far in, a theatre, 
With light mysterious — none can say whence come ; — 
And I ascend to the Proscenium. 

Aleph. \pcfping out of tJic p7-o)r,pter's box\. No player like 
me, so up to all stage trick ! 
And prompting is the devil's rhetoric. 



[act I. 

[To Ihc Astrologer]. The tunc, to which the Stars keep 

time, you hear, 
You'll catch my whispers with but half an ear. 

Astrol. By Magic raised a temple here behold, 
A massive structure of the days of old — 
Like Atlas, who propped heaven up long ago, 
Stand pillars, plenty of them, in a row. 
Their load of stone such columns well may bear : 
'Twere a large building asked more than a pair. 

Arch. And this is the Antique ! You cannot force 
Me into praising it — 'tis cumb'rous, coarse. 
But Rough, it seems, is Noble ; Clumsy, Grand. 
Give me the structure men can understand. 
Our long, thin, narrow pillars, I so love, 
Striving into the Boundlessness above. 
The sharp-arched zenith lifts us to the skies. 
Give me the edifice that edifies ! 

Astrol. Welcome with reverence this star-favoured hour; 
Be Reason bound in words of magic power ; 
Let Fancy lord it, wandering, wild and free; 
All the Mind images the Eye will see ; 
All the Eye sees, the Mind as true receive : 
It is Impossible, and so Believe. 

[Faustus is seen asce?iding o?i the other side of the 
prosceniuffi . 

Astrol. In priestly robe attired, with flower-wreathed brow, 
A great magician stands before you now. 
Redeeming the bold promise that he gave — 
A tripod with him from a hollow cave 
Of the realms under earth is rising up : 
I eel the fragrance of the incense-cup. 

bounes him now the mighty work to bless. 
And we can augur nothing but success. 

Faust. In your nanie, oh, ye Mothers ! you, whose 

Is in the Boundless — you, who dwell alone, 

ACT I.] 



Yet not in uncompanioned loneliness. 
Around your head the flitting fantasms press 
Of life, yet without life. What was, what cast 
The splendour of its presence on the Past, 
Yonder, as erst, abides eternally — 
It was, and having been, will ever be. 
It you distribute, beings of all might, 
To-day's pavilion, to the vault of night : 
Some through life's cheerful pageant sport their hour, 
Some the bold Magian seeks, and subjects to his power, 
And, fearless now, to the expectant gaze 
His wonder-works he lavishly displays. 
Astrol. The burning Key hath scarcely touched the 

When round us undulating vapours roll, 

And in, like rising clouds, the dense mists slide, 

Wave — lengthen — form a sphere — unite — divide — 

Are two — and they — surpassing wonder of 

The Spirits' skill ! — make music as they move. 

It comes, one knows not how, from tones of air ; 

The melody moves with them everywhere 

The pillar-shaft, the very triglyph rings ; 

1 do believe that all the temple sings. 

From the light veil, as by the music led, 

A lovely youth steps forth with measured tread. 

The waving raist-wreath falls. He stands out clear. 

Who does not see the graceful Paris here ? 

Lady. What vigour there ! and with such youthfu 
grace 1 

2nd Lady. How fresh the peach-bloom on that fair 
soft face ! 

Lady. How finely carved each sweet and swelling 


dfth Lady. From such a cup delicious 'twere to sip. 
<^th Lady. He's handsome, but I cannot think refined 
dih Lady. More elegant he might be, to my mind. 

76 FAUsrrs. [act I. 

Kfii^i^ht. I see the traces of the shep'nerd-boy ; 
No manners — nothing of the Prince of Troy. 

2nd Knight. Yes, thus half naked he looks pretty well: 
Show liim in armour — that's the way to tell. 

Lady. How calmly he inclines him— he would rest 

Knight. A pleasant couch for you were that soft breast 

Lady. He bends his arm above his head — what grace ! 

Cham. Rudeness — 'gainst all proprieties of place. 

Lady. Yon chamber-knights find fault for evermore. 

Cham. To stretch and yawn before the Emperor ! 

Lady. He acts his part — he thinks himself alone. 

Cham. The Theatre should not forget the Throne. 

Lady. Sleep on the fair youth softly seems to fall. 

Cham. Belike he'll snore ; you know 'tis nature alL 

Young Lady \€?irjptnrcd\ What fragrance mixes with the 
And on my heart delicious freshness breathes 1 

Elderly Lady. Yes, all hearts feel a breath of rapturous 
power ! 
It flows from him. 

Old Lady. It is the growing flower 

Of human life, that as ambrosia here 
Blooms in the youth, and fills the atmosphere. 

[Helena advatices. 

Meph. This, then, was she ! My rest she'll never break. 
Fair, doubtless ; but with me she does not take. 

Astrol. Here all at fault, I own it, I must seem. 
She comes ! the all-beautiful ! Oh that a tongue 
Of fire were mine I The poets, who have sung 
Of Beauty, did but picture their own dream. 
They saw not Who hath seen her — sees her — is 
Entranced, is dumb. To win, to call her his — 
Oh ! that it could but be ! — Wish wild and vain 1 

Faust. Do my eyes see ? or dee]> within the brain 
Doth the full fountain of all Beauty shed 
Its gushing torrents ? Oh ! what glorious gain 

ACT I.] 



Is mine ! bright issue of that journey dread — 

The world — yet undeveloped, undisclosed, 

How mean ! how abject ! — rose up in the hour 

Of my initiation, robed with power, 

And on its own eternity reposed. 

No painted cloud, no transitory gleam, 

No sand-drift now of unsubstantial dream, 

But kindred with man's heart, indeed divine. 

If that in thought I ever part from thee. 

Oh ! may I in that moment cease to be ! 

The shape that won me from myself away 

Amused me in the magic mirror's play — 

How faint ! how feeble, to these charms of thine ! 

In thee life's springs of power and passion live. 

Life of my life ! to thee myself I give ! 

Love ! adoration ! madness of the heart ! 

Meph. \fro7n the prompter's booc\. Collect yourself — you 
fall out of your part. 

Elderly Lady. Shapely and tall — only the head too small. 

Younger. Look at the foot — 'tis clumsy after all. 

Diplom. I have seen princesses ; from head to foot 
I do pronounce her beauty absolute. 

Cour. Softly she steals to where he sleeping is. 

Lady. She shocks me. — Near that pure young form of 

Poet. He is illumined in the light serene. 
Lady. Endymion ! — Luna ! — 'tis the very scene 
As painted. 

Poet. Yes ; the goddess downward sinks. 

And o'er the sleeper bends ; his breath she drinks. 
How enviable ! — a kiss ! — the measure's full. 

Duen. What ! before all the people — that is cool. 

Faust. Distracting favour to the boy ! 

Mep/i. Be still. 

Do let the phantom lady have her will. 

Cour. She glides away on light foot ; he awakes. 



[act I. 

Lady. Looks back — I thought so — 1 make no mistakes. 
Km^Jit. He's stricken dumb ! Is this the work of 
dreams ? " 

Tliinks he : "what strange things came on me in sleep \ " 

Lady. She is, methinks, a dame that knows, not " seems," 
And her experience liolds such strange things cheap. 

Cour. And now she turns to him with such calm grace. 

Lady. I see there's a new pupil in the case — 
An unformed boy belike of tender age ; 
And she would take him into tutelage. 
In such things all men are so very dull. 
Poor lad ! he fancies he's the first she has taught. 

K7iig/it. What dignity ! so calmly beautiful ! 

Lady. A vile coarse wretch ! no better than she ought. 

Fage. Oh that I were in that young shepherd's place ! 

Cour. Who would not in a net like this be caught ? 

Lady. The gem from time to time, with many a one, 
Has been from hand to hand still shifted on — 
The gilding rubbed off many a year ago. 

Another Lady. From ten years old she has been but so-so. 

Knight. Yes, Fortune favoured them. Yet how divine 
The precious relic — would that it were mine. 

Gel. I see her, but it is not free from doubt 
That she's the Helen men so talk about 
The danger of illusion here is great ; 
The eye misleads and will exaggerate. 
*' Stick to the written letter " is my creed : 
I look into my Homer, and I read 
How she so pleased all the old men of Troy : 
And here methinks the self-same thing we see : 
I am not young, and she so pleases me. 

Astrol. He hath cast off the dreamy shepherd-boy ; 
\\'akes into hero — into man. See ! see ! 
He seizes her — she hath no power to flee — 
With his nerved arm uplifts her. Can it be ? 
Thinks he to force her hence ? 

ACT I.] 



Faust. \to Paris]. Rash fool ! give o er. 

Dare it ! defy me ! I can bear no more. 

Meph, These spirit-freaks, these odd extravagancies 
Are mere stage-trick — they but act out your fancies. 

Asirol. One word. From what we see, I think we may 
Presume " The Rape of Helen " is the play. 

Faust. What ! — Rape ? — Am I then nothing here ? The 
Key — 

Is't not still in my hand ? It guided me 

Through waves, and horrors, and the hollow roar 

Of wildernesses waste, to this firm shore. 

Here do I plant my foot — here actual life 

Is, and reality — high 'vantage ground 

From which the spirit with spirits may well dare strife, 

And for itself a double empire found. 

She was — how far away she is ! — how near ! 

Rescued, is doubly mine — is doubly dear. 

Crown, Mothers, crown the daring with success. 

Who hath known her must perish or possess ! 

Asirol. What dost thou, Faustus ! Faustus ! look at him ! 
He grasps at her ! — the phantom shape grows dim. 
Now to the youth he points the Key — and, lo ! 
He touches ; he hath touched him ! Woe ! woe ! woe ! 

[Explosion. Faustus lies on the ground. The Spirits 
go off in smoke. 

Meph. [takes Faustus on his shoulder\ Aye, now he has 
it, aye. Yes, yes, just so ; 
Your fool's a heavy load in any case, 
And brings the devil himself into disgrace. 

[Darkness. Tumult. 



[act II. 


High arched narrow Gothic Chamber, formerly 
Faustus's — unaltered. 

Mephistopheles, Chorus of Crickets, Famulus, 

Mephistopheles steps out from behind a curtain ; while he 
raises if, and looks back, Faustus is seen stretcJied out 
071 a?t old-fashioned bed. 

Meph. Lie down there, luckless! lie down, wretched 

Of this inexplicable, inextricable 
Love-tangle ! His is the worst case of all. 
Whom Helen paralyses, little chance 
Has of recovering ever from the trance. 

{Looks round him. 

As I look up — down — round me — here. 
Nowhere does any change appear. 
Perhaps some slight shade in the colour 
Of the stained glass — a trifle duller. 
The spiders' webs are spread more wide; 
The papers' yellower, the ink's dried. 
All things in their old position — 
All things in their old condition. 
The very pen with which he signed away 
Himself to the devil, look at it there still ! 
Aye, and the drop of blood I coaxed from him, 
A dry stain crusts the barrel of the quill. 
What a rare object of virtu to seek 
For your collector ! — happiest of men. 
Could he but get possession of the pen ! 
Envied proprietor of such unique ! 




And the old sheepskin on its own old hook, 
Brings back that comic lecture, which so took 
With the poor boy, who ever since, no doubt, 
All its deep meaning still keeps puzzHng out. 

My old warm Furry Friend, 1 like thy look ! 
I long again to wrap me round in thee, 
And put on the Professor, in full blow 
Of lecture-room infallibility ! 
How is it, that these sorry bookmen know 
So well to get the feeling up ? Ah me ! 
In the devil it has died out, ages ago. 

\He takes doivn a fid shakes the old fur gown : crickets^ 
chafferSy moths, and other insects fly out. 

Chorus of Insects. Hail to thee ! hail to thee ! 
Patron and father ; 
Welcome and welcome be ! 
Swarm we and gather 
To welcome thy coming, 
Hovering and humming. 
In the faded and rotten, 
Of chambers neglected, 
In darkness forgotten. 
One by one, unperceived, 
Didst thou silently plant us ; 
Now thousands on thousands, 
In sunlight and glee, 
We sport and we flaunt us. 
Dust is rife 
With dancing life. 
Buzzing and welcoming, 
Welcoming thee. 
The scoundrel still skulks him 
The bosom within. 
More close than the motii 
In the furry old skin. 



[act II. 

Many are we — many are we, 
Every one of us welcomes thee. 

Meph. With what surprise and rapturous delight 
This young creation glads its maker's sight \ 
If a man do but sow, he may be sure 
Time in due season will the crop mature. 
I give the old fleece another whisk about, 
And here and there an odd one flutters out ; 
Up and around, in corners, holes, and shelves, 
My darlings, find out snug berths for yourselves. 
Yonder, where broken boxes block the ground, 
And here in the old parchments time-embrowTied ; 
In dusty potsherds, faded curtain shreds. 
And in the eye-holes there of dead men's heads — 
Come, moth and maggot, people once again 
The rubbish that in life was called the brain ! 

\Slips into the gown. 
Up on my shoulders, Furry Friend ! and then 
I for the hour am Principal again. 
But 1 must summon them o'er whom I claim 
Dominion, or there's nothing in the name. 

\He pulls the bell, which gives a harsh piercing sounds 

at which the halls shake y and the doors spring 


Fam. [tottering up the long dark passage]. What a sound- 
ing ! what a skaking ! 
Stairs arc trembling, walls are quaking ; 
Through the window's colour-flashes 
Lightnings tremble I — tempest crashes ! 
Is the floor asunder parting, 
Roof in ruins downward falling, 
And the bolted doors back starting 
Through some wonder-work appalling? 
And look yonder, where a giant 
Stands in Faust's old fur, defiant ; 

ACT 11.] 


And, with beck and glance and winking, 
Me he silently is calling : 
And I faint ! my knees are sinking. 
Shall I stand my ground ? or fly him ? 
Stay ! what ? — stay ! be murdered by him ? 

Meph. Come hither, friend ; your name is Nicodemus. 

Fam. [crossing hi??ise/f]. High honoured master! 
my name — Or emus. 

Meph. Sink the Oreinus ! 

Fam. I'm so glad to see, 

Kind master, that you've not forgotten me. 

Meph. I know you well — in years, but still in love 
With study — books you're always thinking of, 
Most learned ! most mossy ! even a deep-learned man 
Still studies on because 'tis all he can : 
'Tis like one building to a certain height 
A house of cards which none can finish quite. 
Your master, he is one, it may be said, 
Who always hits the nail upon the head — 
The well-known Doctor Wagner — anyhow 
The great man of the world of letters now : 
His genius 'tis, that all inspires, unites, 
While science mounts with him to prouder heights. 
There gathers round his chair an eager ring 
Of hearers — men who would learn everything. 
He, like Saint Peter, holds the keys — can show 
The secrets of above and of below ; 
He shines in all : no reputation is 
In any way to be compared to his — 
None anywhere now to be placed with him. 
Even Faustus' fame's beginning to grow dim — 
He has made the great discoveries of our days. 

Fam. Pardon, most noble sir ; permit me to 
Speak, sir; permit me just to say to you 
That he is one who would shrink from such praise. 
His is a modest mind — he does not aim 



[act II. 

At rivalling the mighty master's fame. 
Since the great master's disappearance, he 
Seems ever wrapt in strange perplexity. 
For his return he looks, for health and hope 
From it — and thus his spirits he keeps up. 
The chamber as in Doctor Faustus' day 
Remains — no change made since he went away : 
There, 'tis kept waiting for its own old master. 
Myself — I scarcely venture to go in. 
What say the stars ? does the hour bode disaster ? 
The walls, as though with terror struck, still shake \ 
The doors flew open, every bolt sprang back ; 
Else you had not come in here — you, even you. 
Meph. Where is he ? bring me to him— bring him 

Fain. Ah, sir, the prohibition's too severe — 
'Tis scarce a thing that I could venture on. 
Intent on the great work, he has lived alone 
For months in the stillest stillness. Only think, 
Think of this neatest, nattiest of all 
Our bookmen, blacked with soot from ear to nose ; 
And his eyes blearing, and their raw red blink, 
As with throat parching at the fire he blows ; 
For the true moment every moment longs — 
His music still the clatter of the tongs ! 

Meph. To me he'll scarce deny the entree. I'm 
The lucky man, and this the lucky time. 

[Exit Famulus. 
[Mephistopheles sits don'ii gravely\ I scarce have sate 

down in my place, 
When, hark ! a stirring from behind, 
And I behold a well-known face ; 
My old friend, sure enough, again I find. 
But now he comes in the bold bearing 
Of our newest schools ; spares nothing, nobody — 
Dashing 'gainst all things, no bounds to his daring. 




Bac. [storming along the passage\. Gateway free, doors 
loose, locks broken, 
Are a promise and a token 
That the living, as of old here, 
Shall not now like dead men moulder ; 
Pining, festering, putrefying. 
Where to live itself is dying. 

Walls are bending in and crumbling, 
Tumble-down partitions tumbling ; 
Roof and joist will fall asunder, 
Crushing everybody under. 
Than myself of spirit few are 
More courageous, with heart truer; 
Yet the prospect is so cheerless 
As to force back the most fearless. 
One step farther into danger 
I'll not take for friend or stranger. 
Very odd to-day the changes 
Seem, as^ back my memory ranges. 
When I was " the fox " well hunted, 
And with jibe and jeer affronted; 
When the grey-beard old deceivers 
Classed me with their true beUevers — 
One whoall their figments hollow 
As the bread of life would swallow. 

Lying rascals, dry and crusty. 
Primed from their old parchments musty 
What they taught, and disbelieved it. 
But as handed down received it ; 
What they taught with no misgiving 
Robbed themselves and me of living. 

But see sitting in brown study 

One of these same bright and muddy, 




In the clear obscure, the glimmer 

Of the grey light growing dimmer ; 

There he sits as first I found him, 

With the rough brown sheepskin round him. 

Then he seemed to me right clever. 

Great man of the place ; however, 

That was all in the gone-bye time 

— The world's nonage : now ''tis my time. 

I know him now ; he cannot catch me now — 

That day is over : at him, anyhow. 

If, old sir, your bald head in Lethe's pool 

Hath not been soaked, you may with those slant eyes 

The scholar of an old day recognize. 

But now remember I am out of school, 

And rid of academic rods and rule. 

You, sir, are just the same as long ago ; 

I am not what I was, I'd have you know. 

Meph. I am so glad my bell hath hither brought you- 
Even when a boy, no common boy I thought you : 
The grub and chrysalis denote 
The future butterfly's gay coat. 
I well remember your delighted air. 
Your peaked lace collar and your flowing hair : 
Proud, child, you were of that same curly pate. 
You never wore the queue and crown — 
It had not to your day come down. 
And now to find you in a Sweden tete. 
Determined, resolute, from head to foot 
Oh ! come not home with that imperious frown. 
The barefaced terrors of the Absolute. 

Bac. Old gentleman, we are in the old place ; 
But change of time has come and changed the case. 
'Tis out of season to affect 
This motley two-edged dialect, 




You long ago might pla)^ at make-believe : 

Small art need any man employ, 

To fool an unsuspecting boy, 

Whom no one now will venture to deceive. 

Meph. If, speaking to the young, pure truth one speaks, 
It little suits the callow yellow beaks ; 
Years come and, what they heard from us, when brought 
Back by their own experience dearly bought, 
They deem it all the fruit of their own skull — 
Speak of their master as supremely dull. 

Bac. Or — as a knave, for who that deals with youth 
Speaks, face to face, direct the honest truth ; 
Your teacher still will strengthen or dilute, 
Palates of pious children as may suit. 

Meph. Learning and Teaching — there's a time for 
each ; 

Your time for learning's over : you can teach. 
Moons many since we met — some suns have rolled ; 
You must have gained Experience manifold. 

Bac. Experience ! foam and bubble, and its name 
Not to be mentioned with the Spirit's claim. 
Confess it ! nothing was till this day done 
Worth doing in Science — Science there was none. 

Meph. I have thought so long — I had always a thick 
skull ; 

I now confess to "silly — shallow — dull." 

Bac. That so delights me ! — some hope of you yet ! 
The first old man with brains I have ever met. 

Meph. I dug for gold, I found but cinders horrid ; 
I cried them up for treasures rich and rare. 

Bac. Confess then that your barefaced bald old fore- 

Is nothing better than the dead skulls there. 

Meph. \calmly\ Friend ! you are most discourteously 

Bac, Courtesy ! in plain German, that means lying. 



[act II. 

Meph. \_vio:'i/ig ivilh his 7i</ieel chair fo'cards the proscejiium^ 
addrcssijig the audie?ice']. Light — air — no quarter up there I 

You'll be civil — 
You're sure to show your kindness to the devil. 

Bac. It is the very height of impudence, 
That what is dead and gone should make pretence 
Of being in existence. Man's life lives 
But in the Blood— and the blood, where, in truth, 
Stirs it so vigorously as in youth ? 
The young blood lives, aye ! and in eager strife 
Shapes to itself a new life out of life. 
There all is progress ! something still is done — 
The feeble falls, the active presses on. 
We have won half the world — yes ! youthful man 
Hath won it ; meanwhile what have you been doing ? 
Slept, nodded, dreamed, weighed, thought, plan after plan 
Suggesting still, and languidly pursuing ? 
Old age is a cold fever's feeble flame, 
Life's peevish winter of obstruction chilling, 
Man is at Thirty dead, or all the same — 
'Twere better kill you while you are worth killing. 

Meph. To this the devil himself can nothing add. 

Bac. Devil ? Devil there can be none without my 

Meph. \aside\ The devil's close by to trip you up, my 

Bac. [exultingly]. This is the noble mission of the young — 
Earth into being at my bidding spning ; 
The sun in pomp I led up from the sea, 
The moon in all her changes followed me. 
For me in beauty walked the glorious day. 
The green earth blossomed to adorn my way. 
'Twas at my beck upon that primal night, 
The proud stars shed through heaven their spreading light 
Rescued is Man, and by what hand but mine, 
From galling bondage of the Philistine ? 




I — for the Spirit speaks within me — freed 
Follow the inward light where it may lead, 
Fearless and fast, with rapture-beaming mind, 
The Clear before me, and the Dark behind. 

Meph. Original ! move onward in your pride. 
Oh ! how the spirit would sink mortified, 
Could you but know that long ago 
All thoughts, whatever, dull or clever, 
That cross the twilight of your brain. 
Have been o'er and o'er again 
Occupying other men. 

Yet, have no fears for him ; — in a few years 
The absurd works off, the ferment clears. 
The folly will subside, perhaps refine ; 
The must at last is wine, and no bad wine. 

\_To the younger part of the audience who do not 

Too bad to see the auditors so cold ! 
And yet I must forgive the young beholder 
His lack of sympathy. The devil is old. 
To understand him better, boys, grow older ! 

Laboratory (/// the fashion of the Middle Ages. Cumbrous^ 
heavy apparatus for fantastic purposes). 

Wagner [at the heart Ji\. The bell ! how fearfully it 
chimed ! 

With what a shudder, thrilling through 
These old walls, smoke-begrimed ! 

The agony of hopes and fears 
That tortured me is at an end. 
The cloudy darkness clears. 
From deep within the phial glows 
A living ring of fire, that throws 



[act II. 

Far its red light, and throiigli the night, 
As from the carbuncle, in bright 
Lightning-like lustre flows. 

And now I — and now I— at last 'tis come ! a pure clear pearly 
wliite ! 

Oh ! that I may not lose it this time — Hark 1 
Again ! A something rattling at the door. 

Mcph. \c7itcring\. Welcome ! I bring such luck as in my 

Wag. \anxiously\. Welcome ! To come just at the planet 
hour ! 

a low voice\. Hush ! not a breath, while you look on 

A mighty work of wonderful event 

Is at the moment of accomplishment — 

A man is being made ! 

Meph. \in a whisper]. A man I and will it 
Be soon done ? are your lovers in the skillet ? 

Wag. Heaven help you ! the romance of action, 

Father and mother, is quite out of fashion. 

I've shown up pretty well that idle pother — 

The thought of child by no means implies mother : 

The tender point from which life sprang and started 

Is gone — clean gone — the glory all departed. 

The eager impulse from within that pressed, 

Received and gave^ and, prompt to manifest 

Itself, went on advancing by degrees, 

The nearest first, the foreign next to seize. 

Is from its dignity deposed, dethroned, 

From this day forward, disallowed, disowned. 

No doubt the old views may still for the brute beast 

Answer, but man, high-gifted man at least, 

Will have a higher, purer form of birth. 

[ Ti4rHS to t/ic hearth. 




Look yonder ! see tlie flashes from the hearth ! 

Hope for the world dawns there, that, having laid 

The stuff together of which man is made. 

The hundredfold ingredients mixing, blending, 

(For upon mixture is the whole depending,) 

If then in a retort we slowly mull it, 

Next to a philosophic temper dull it, 

Distil and re-distil, at leisure thin it, 

All will come right, in silence, to a minute. 

[ Turnmg again to the hearth. 
'Tis forming — every second brings it nearer — 
And my conviction becomes stronger, clearer. 
What Nature veils in mystery, I expect 
Through the plain understanding to effect ; 
What was organization will at last 
Be with the art of making crystals classed. 

Meph, Who has lived long will never be surprised — 
Nothing in the world is new. I've long ago 
Met, in my years of going to and fro 
And up and down in earth, men crystallized. 

Wag. \gazing inte?itly on the phial]. It forms! glows! 
gathers ! in a moment more 
The work's accomplished never done before i 
Broach an unfolded project, men suspect it. 
Scoff at it, as a madman's dream reject it ; 
We, in our turn, may laugh when the event 
Is placed beyond the reach of accident. 
Think of the thinker able to produce 
A brain to think with fit for instant use ! 
\_Gazing o)i the phial with coi7iplacency\ The glass rings 

low, the charming power that lives 
Within it makes the music that it gives. 
It dims ! it brightens ! it will shape itself. 
And see ! — a graceful dazzling little elf 
He lives ! he moves ! spruce mannikin of fire, 
What more can we ? what more can earth desire ? 



[act ji 

Mystery is no longer mystery. 

Listen ! a sound ! a voice ! and soon will be 

Intelligible words addressed to me. 

Homun. \in the pJiial^ to Wagner]. Ha ! father dear ! how 
goes it ? 'twas no jest ; 
Clasp me affectionately to your breast. 
Not quite so tight. So fervent an embrace 
Incurs the risk of breaking the glass case. 
Essentially distinct, the Natural 
Finds in the Universe no resting-place, 
The Artificial needs restricted space. 

\To Mephistopheles]. Ha! rascal! my old cousin, are 

you here ? 
Good fellow at such moment to appear. 
What luck has brought you ? nothing could in fact 
Be timelier. While I am, I still must act ; 
I would address myself to work at once, 
And you're the very fellow for the nonce. 

Wag. A word, just one short word : till now I 


At my own ignorance, when thousands rushed 
Up to my chair, and young and old perplexed 
My brain with problems intricate and vexed ; 
As, for example, none can comprehend 
How soul and body in such union blend. 
Inseparably bound together they. 
Yet battling with each other every day. 
So then 

Meph. A moment ! pray, resolve the doubt, 

How happens it that man and wife fall out ? 
On this, my friend, we'll get no satisfaction. 
Here's work to do we had better set about : 
The little fellow's attribute is action. 

Hoimm. What's to be done ? 

Meph. [pointing to a side-door]. Thy talents here 




Wag. [still lookijig into the p/iia[\. Thou art indeed a 
a very lovely boy ! 

[The side-door opens. Faustus seen stretched on a 
couch. The phial slips from Wagner's hands^ 
hovers over Faustus, and shines on hifn. 
Homun. Expressive ! — 

Lovely scenery all around ! 
A clear lake in the dusk grove's deep recess ; 
Nymphs playfully that to the water press; 
And — what a pretty picture ! — they undress. 
Well ! that's not bad ; and near the lake's green bound, 
Distinct from all, that countenance divine ! 
— To look on her is to adore and love. 
Daughter seems she of old heroic line, 
Or of the children of the Gods above. 
Her foot she dips into the light serene 
Of the waves' trembling crystal, cools the flame 
Of life that glows through all that noble frame. 
But what a rush and rustle of quick wings, 
With splash and crash through the smooth mirror rings ! 
The maidens fly in terror \ but the Queen 
In womanly composure smiles to see 
The prince of swans wind gently to her knee, 
Nestling up to her — how familiarly ! 
Bold suitor, not to be denied is he ! 
— But suddenly a rising vapour draws 
A curtain close of thick- inwoven gauze, 
Hiding the loveliest scene. 

Meph. Why, what a world in all you do relate ! 
For such a little fellow, you're a great 
Romancer — visionary, rather. I 
See nothing. 

Homun. That I do believe, for why. 
You're a born Northern, born in a bleak clime ; 
And in the dreariest, blackest hour of time, 
On the shapeless gloom of the dark ages flung ; 



[act II. 

And you in youth have been brought up among 

Rittcrs and priests : how could your eye be free ? 

'Tis only in the dark that you can see. 

\^Looki?ig aroii?icf\. Blocks of brown stone ! vaults mouldering, 

dripping wall, 
Zigzags, fantastic arclies, low and small ! 
Into another scrape we shall have got ; 
Should he wake here, he dies upon the spot. 
Wood-lake, and swans, and solitary stream, 
And river-nymphs that from the waters gleam. 
And Hope and Love, are his entrancing dream. 
How could he to this den be reconciled ? 
Even I, that am as cheerful as a child, 
And suit myself to all things, scarce can bear 
This dungeon. Off with him ! 

Meph. Aye off — but where ? 

HomiiJi. Command the warrior to the field of fight, 
Lead to the dance the maiden, and all's right ; 
And luckily — it just occurs to me — 
To-night's the Classical Walpurgis Night : 
Cannot imagine a more apt event — 
It brings him to his very element. 

Meph. I've never heard of it. What can it be ? 

Hoinun. How could it ever have come to your ears ! 
Romantic spectres are your all in all ! 
The genuine are also Classical. 

Meph. But to what point of the compass sail we now 
For this land of my old-world kinsmen ? I somehow 
Fancy with them that I shall never take — 
'Tis an acquaintance I've no \\'ish to make. 

Homun. North-western, Satan, lies thy pleasure ground ; 
'Tis to the south-east we to-night are bound. 
Through a wide valley flows Peneios free. 
In quiet creeks embowered with bush and tree ; 
The valley to the mountain glens lies spread 
With old and new Pharsalus overhead. 




Meph. Pharsalus ! do not speak of it — the strife 
Of Slave and Despot sickens me of life — 
There is no end of it. A battle won 
Does nothing ; 'tis but a campaign begun ; 
While Asmodceus — this none calls to mind — 
Still goads them on, and mocks them from behind. 
They fight, they say, where Freedom's banner waves : 
Seen truly, 'tis a war of slaves with slaves. 

Homim. Leave them to wrangle on. Man's nature and 
Condition everlasting war demand ; 
Each has to guard himself as best he can 
From boyhood up, and so grows into man. 
But that's for them, not us. The matter now 
Before us is to cure this man — but how? 
If you have any remedy, apply it ; 
If you have none, then there's mine, let me try it. 

Meph. Oh ! I know many a charm and Brocken spell 
Should in a common case soon have him well ; 
But here, where Heathen bolts resist, repel, 
I can do nothing. These Greeks never were 
Worth anything ; yet do they dazzle you 
With the free play of the senses, that so wins 
The human breast, and lures to cheerful sins. 
Ours are of soberer cast and graver hue ; 
And now 

Homuti. 'Twas not your habit to be coy ; 

You'll find Thessalian witches there, my boy ! 

Meph. Thessalian witches ! They are persons whom 
I have been asking after. I wish to 
Make their acquaintance — just an interview ; 
Night after night with them would never do. 
It were, I fancy, dreary merriment 
But for a visit— but for an experiment. 

Ho/mm. The mantle — trot him out — 'tis good strong stuff, 
And carries double — 'twill do well enough ; 
Come wrap the ritter in it, neck and feet. 



[act II. 

Off with us ! Here, leap up into your seat — 
Here, catch the skirt ; I'll light you on your way. 
Wag. And I 

Homun. And you — oh ! you at home may stay, 

The main pursuit of life, as now, pursuing. 
Spread the old parchments out as you are doing ; 
The scattered elements of life collect, 
Combine them as the recipes direct ; 
In nothing from the letter deviate thou : 
Think of the " what," but still more of the " how;" 
While o'er a section of the world I fly. 
To hit, perhaps, the dot upon the "i." 
The triumph's won, the mighty work attained. 
The well-earned meed of thousand efforts gained ; 
Gold, honour, reputation, long life, health, 
— Science, perhaps, and virtue — surely wealth. 
Farewell ! 

Wag. Farewell ! The cold word chills ray heart : 
Never to meet again, I feel, we part. 

Meph. Away we go ! swift to Peneios tend ! 
There's something in my bright young cousin's aid. 
\To the Spectators co7ifidentially\ In the end, we all depend 
On the creatures we have made ! 


Pharsalian Fields — Darkness. 

Ericiho. To this night's shuddering festival, as oftentimes 
ere now. 

Once more I come, once more, Erichtho, I the gloomy, 
Not quite the hideous hag o'erslandering poets picture — 
Their praise and blame is ever in the Infinite. 

Already o'er the vale, in shadowy undulation, 

Roll glimmering before mine eye what seem to be grey tents, 




Spread wavelike far and wide : phantomy reappearance 
Of that all-anxious night— dread night of deepest sorrow. 

How oft doth it repeat itself !— how oft to be repeated ! 
Evermore and for ever ! None of his own free will 
Yields empire to another ; none to him 
Who by strength gained it, who by strength would govern. 
Who cannot rule his inner self would fain his neighbour's 

Strain to the stubborn measure of his own proud thoughts. 

In these fields, by armed hosts, in conflict and in conquest, 
Memorably was it exemplified. 

Force 'gainst superior force for mortal strife is marshalled ; 
Freedom s fair wreath, rich with its thousand flowers, 
Breaks. The stiff laurel bends to crown the ruler's brow. 
Here Magnus saw in dreams the unforgotten day 
Of earUer greatness spreading into glorious blossom ; 
C^SAR lay sleepless there, and watched the wavering 
balance — 

And they will measure strengths. The world knows who 

Watchfires burn bright, diffusing their red beams around — 
The soil breathes up, in crimson stain, blood, outpoured 
here of old : 

And by its strange glare, streaming far through the night's 

magic brightness. 
Allured, the legion gathers of Hellenic story. 
Round every fire flit with uncertain glimmer, 
Or rest at ease, some of the fabulous shapings 
Of the days of old. The moon, not yet at full. 
But bright, uprising now spreads over all 
A softening lustre mild. The phantom lents 
Are gone. Illusion fades oft'. Fires burn blue. 




[act II. 

But over me what a strange sudden Meteor ! 

It guides, and with its Hght illumes, a ball 

Corporeal. I scent life ! 'twould ill beseem 

Me, to life noxious, to be near the living. 

'Twould bring me ill repute, and profit me 

Nothing. Already it sinks down. 'Twill land 

Here. Ere it touch the ground I move away. [Exit. 

Moonlight. — Homunculus, Mephistopheles, Griffins, 
Colossal Ants, Arimaspians, Sphinxes, Sirens, c-r. 

T/ie Aeronauts seen above^ bejore they have descended. 

Homiin. Sweep o'er flames and sights of horror 
Once again in circling flight ! 
Spectral shapes through gorge and valley 
Flit in the phantasmal light. 
Meph. Spectres, hideous as the phantoms 
That I gazed on from the gloom 
Of that drear old Northern window I 
Here I feel almost at home. 
Honiun. See, with rapid steps before us, 

A tall female figure stride ! 
Meph. As through air she saw us gliding. 

She retreated terrified. 
Homun. Let her stride on ! think not of her ! 
Set the ritter on the ground ; 
Here in the charmed land of Fable, 
Will the life he seeks be found. [They descend. 
Faust, [touching the ground\ Where is She? 
Homun. That I cannot say ; 

But here would seem the very place t' inquire. 
No time to lose ! from fire to fire, 
Pursue the chase till break of day. 
He, who has dared the adventure of the Mothers, 
Has little reason to fear any others. 




MepJi. I've my own objects here, and our best play. 
It strikes me, for the good of us all three, 
Is that each take his own course, and that we 
Among the fires, as fancy guides us, stray. 
'Tis so much pleasanter when one pursues 
His own adventures just as he may choose. 
And, small chap, when 'tis time to reunite. 
Let chime your glass, let flare and flash your light. 

Homun. \the glass rings afzd sJmies out ivonderfi(lly\. 
Thus shall it ring — thus flash forth ray on ray. 
Now to the scene of wonders haste away ! 

\Thcy separate. 
Faust, [atone]. Where is She? why ask where? 
If it be not the sod, on which her feet 
Trod, and the wave that beat 
To welcome her, it is the air 

That spoke her language. Here ! and I am here — 
In her own Greece, miraculously here ! 
I felt at once the earth on which I stood — 
In sleep there came a Spirit that through my blood 
Poured, as it were, the fire of burning levin. 
Now, like Antaeus, as I touch the ground, 
I find the strength of inspiration given, 
Roam this wild maze of fires with happy cheer 
Where all things strangest are together found. [ Withdraws. 
Meph. [prying about\ At every step, as 'mong these fires 
I roam, 

I find myself still less and less at home. 

What an odd crowd of creatures brought together ! — 

Birds' claws, dogs' paws, men's faces, fleece, fur, feather. 

Their decency is little sure to brag on — 

Most of them naked ! here and there a rag on ! 

The Sphinxes unabashed, the Griftins shameless. 

Making no secret of what should be nameless. 

We all are rakes at heart — each likes a touch of it ; 

But the Antique, to my taste, has too much of it : 

D 2 



[aci' II. 

It is too lifelike— dealers with old story 
Are never at a loss for allegory. 
And so with the Antique, we too should cover it, 
Find one thing or another to paste over it. 
A nasty set, I'll never know them rightly ; 
A stranger should, however, speak politely. 
Hail ! Ladies fair \ Hail \ Very Reverend 
Grey-beards ! 

Grifflfis [gf ?(ffl\'\. What I means the fellow to offend? 
Grey-beard, or Grey bird, what does he think to say? 
My name is Griffin — do not call me Grey : 
Grey ! bird or beast, none likes to be called Grey. 
Grey-beard, forsooth ! However far they range. 
Words ring their origin in every change ; 
In "grey," ''grief," "graveyard," "grim," and each such 

The thought, etymologically bound. 
Offends, puts the best temper out of tune. 

Meph. And yet, not to give in to you too soon, 
The "gri" in Griffin, your own honoured name. 
Is not unpleasing. 

Grif. \in the same to7ie\ Aye, and for the same 
Reason ; the kindred thought you still can trace — 
Our " gri " is grip or grasp — we grasp at place 
And honours, grasp at kingdoms, girls and gold 
Nor we alone — though some affect to blame, 
In practice 'tis the universal game. 
Fortune still aids the Griffin, Grasper bold. 

Colossal Ants. Gold ! — Said you Gold ? laboriously we 

And heaps of it had grubbed, and sought to hide 
In cave and crannied rock far out of sight ; 
Our hoarded gold the Arimaspians eyed, 
Made off with it — and, proud of their success, 
Look at them laughing there at our distress ! 

Grif. Be at ease— we'll bring the rascals to confession. 




Arim. But not to-night ; not this free festival night : 
Ours for the nonce is undisturbed possession, 
And ere the morning 'twill have vanished quite. 

Meph. \ivho has placed Jiiniself betzveen the Sphinxes]. 
Here is a spot that I can cotton to ! 
At home quite — I so understand them all ! 

Sphinxes. We breathe our Spirit tones — by you 
They are made Corporeal. 

By-and-bye we may know something more of you ; 
But now just tell us what's your name ? pray do. 

Meph. Name ? Men are fond of giving names to me, 
And thus it is I've many a name. Let's see — 
Are any Britons here ? No doubt there are, 
And they will vouch for me. They travel far 
To visit fields of battle, waterfalls, 
Your dreary classic ruins, broken walls. 
This were the very place for such as they ; 
They will bear witness how in the old play 
They saw me there as Old Iniquity. 

Sphinx. Why so called ? 

Meph. 'Tis a mystery to me. 

Sphinx. Likely enough. Know you anything ot the 

Of the stars } What says the aspect of the hour ? 

Meph. \looki7ig up\ Star after star shoots fast and far, and 

And sharp shines down the crescent moon to-night. 

Here in this comfortable spot and snug, 

I'll nestle close to your warm lion-rug : 

Go farther and fare worse. — To climb up would 

Be dangerous, in no case do much good. 

Out with a riddle — I've some small skill in 

Riddles — or tip me a charade,— begin. 

Sphinx. Thyself — take that — there were a riddle 

The strange enigma shall we try to read ? 



[act II. 

" Needful alike to good man and to bad, 
Target, the ascetic's zeal to test and prove, 
Accomplice in mad projects of the mad, 
At all times nothing but a jest to Jove?' 

"ist Grif. \snarling\. I do not like him — wliat a face ! 

2nd Grif. \snarli?ig more gri/ffly']. The rascal does 
not know his place ; 
He's none of ours — what brings him here ? 

Both. A vile beast ! — nothing good, I fear. 

Meph. [h'utaily]. Aye, pretty treatment of a guest, 

You think his nails can't scrape like your sharp claws. 
Let's try them. 

Sphinx \jnildly\. If you like it, you may stay ; 
But you'll be off soon — are on thorns to go ; 
— And yet such suitor for a lady's grace 
Is pretty sure at home to make his way. 
Here you seem out of spirits, out of place. 

Meph. I'm half in love — admire your upper show 
Of woman — shudder at the Beast below. 

Sphinx. Liar ! for this you'll suffer — scoffing thus — 
Our claws are sound and sharp, we'd have you know — 
The shrivelled horse-shank ! he ! too good for us ! 

[Sirens are heard preluding from above. 

Meph. And the Birds yonder on the poplar bough 
That rock them to and fro, say, what are they ? 

Sphinx. Beware ! beware ! — the Siren's song ere now 
Hath lured the wisest and the best away. 

Sirens \singing\. \\^here no Beauty is, why linger ^ 
'Mong these strange shapes wherefore dwell ? 
Listen 1 — hither, grouped together, 
We have come, and time our voices 
As beseemeth Sirens well. 

Sphinxes \inocking and mimicking theni]. Force them from 
the branches green, 
Where their falcon claws they screen ; 


Fear to lend a listening ear 

To their song ! their talons fear ! 

Sirens. Hate and Envy — hence begone ! 
All the joys, that Nature scatters 
Over earth and over waters, 
Ours to gather into one. 
Ever in our welcomings 
Still is seen the best, the " gayest, 
Happiest attitude of things." 

Mep/i. [mimicking]. These are their new and pretty things. 
From the throat and from the strings 
Tone round tone still winds and weaves. 
.This thrilling is all lost on me, 
Tickles the ear — the heart, left free, 
Nothing of the song receives. 

Sphinxes. Heart ! why a leathern bag fills up the place 
Of heart with you, as shrivelled as your face ! 

Faust, [stepping forward]. How wonderful all here I 
Strange spectacle ! 
But not unpleasing — nay, it augurs well. 
In these repulsive aspects, oli, what vast 
Features of power ! what alien grandeur massed ! 
Gazing on them, my hopes anticipate. 
And feel even now a favourable fate. 
To what far distant days — what far-off lands — 
This deep glance bears me ! — 

[Fainting to the Sphinxes. 
Before such as these 

CEdipus stood — 

And before such as these 

[Fointing to the Sirens. 
Ulysses crouched him down in hempen bands. — 

[To the Colossal Ants. 
Such were the far-famed gatherers of gold !— 

[To the Griffins. 

These guarded it in firm and faithful hold. 



[act II. 

New life thrills through me as I gaze on these. 

Forms ! Oh, how grand ! — How grand the Memories ! 

Meph. Such erewhile you'd have scouted ; but at present 
They seem to you delectable and pleasant. 
When a man's amorous, and has in chase 
The girl he wants, no monster's out of place. 

Faust. \to the Sphinxes]. Shapes, that seem Woman, ye 
must answer me : 
Have any of you seen Helen ? Where is She ? 

Sphinxes. Seen Helen ? — we ? We reach not to her days. 
The last of us was killed by Hercules. 
From Cheiron you, perhaps, may make it out ; 
He's pretty surely galloping about 
In this wild-spirit night ; — catch him who can — 
It is no easy task : but he's your man. 

Sirens. Oh, go not from us ! — go not from us ! 
Heed not what old fablers say 
Of Ulysses onward speeding 
From the Sirens of the bay. 
With us he, in sweet repose. 
Loitered long, and legends many 
Had we of the times of Troy. 
All to thee will we disclose, 
All confide to thee with joy, 
Dearer thou to us than any ! 
Come ! oh, come 1 the glad green sea 
Longs, with us, to welcome thee ! 

Sphinxes. Oh ! let them not delude thy noble mind. 
As ropes Ulysses, let our counsel bind 
Thee ! If the mighty Cheiron thou dost find, 
'Twill prove us right. \Exit Faustus. 

Mtph. ^frdfuUy?^ What's that croaks by in flapping 
flight ? 

'Tis gone too quick to catch the sight ! 

One — two — three— ten — like shadows past— 

Who thinks to catch them must fly fast. 


SpJiUixes. Swift as the winter tempest these, 
Swift as the darts of Hercules ; 
They are the StymphaHdes. 
Their vulture-beak and gander-foot 
Look well ; but that is as one thinks. 
Their croak is meant for a salute. 
These Croakers say they're cousins : count the links 
Between them and the family of Sphinx. 

Meph. [seeming ierrified\ Beside the Croakers, there's 
some other stuff. 
Hissing abominably • 

Sphinx. Like enough. 

You — scared at hissing ! — nothing, sure, in this. 
They're always hissing who can only hiss. 
These are the heads of the Lernaean snake, 
Cut from the main stump off. What airs they take 
On the strength of the separation ! — shine as proudly 
As the old serpent, and they hiss as loudly. 
But what are you now about ? This restlessness, 
These gestures of such comical distress ! 
What do you want, what is't you would express ? 
Off with you ! How his neck turns round awry — 
Oh ! now I see what has so caught his eye. 
Don't think of us. He's off! They're pretty faces. 
No doubt of it ; but have done with these grimaces. 
The group of Lami^ — smart girls — no great matter 
Of beauty — bold fronts — red lips — smiles that flatter, 
And looks that have allurements for a Satyr. 
The goat-foot's sure to win such ladies' grace. 

Meph. When I return shall you be in this place ? 

Sphinx. Thou and they may sport and play, 
— Airy shapes, that pass away ; 
From Egypt we— and one of us is known 
For a full thousand years on the same throne. 
On our position fix your earnest gaze ; 
We rule the Lunar — rule the Solar days. 



[act II. 

We sit before the Pryamids, we sec 
Judgment done upon the Nations, 
War, and Peace, and Inundations. 
Change of feature none know We. 

S cnc changes. — TJie Peneios surrounded by Waters and 

Peneios, Faustus, Nymphs, Cheirox, Manto. 

Feneios. Lull me still with thy faint whispers, 

Soft sedge I sister reeds, sigli low : 

Willow, wave with languorous breathing ! 

Poplars, ye, that tremble so, 

Rocking still beside my stream. 

Murmur back ray broken dream ! 

A thick dense heat — a shudder dread. 

Secret, through all Nature spread, 

Wakes me in my rolling bed. 
Faust. Is it that my ear deceives ? 

Sure I heard behind the leaves 

Other sounds than of the stream. 

That like human accents seem : 

Tittering among the trees — 

Prattling ripple— laughing breeze. 
Nymphs \singi}ig\. Weary and way-sore, 

Oh ! were it not best. 

In the cool, for the tired limbs 

To lie down and rest ? 

To lie down, enjoying 

The rest that would fly thee. 

Enjoying the rest 

That the world would deny thee ; 

While we lull thee, and soothe thee, 

And linger close by thee. 
F\iust. Awake — I am awake— yes. yes 



I am awake I Fade not away, 
Fair forms ! but still pursue your play 
Where my eye yonder shapes the scene. 
Dreams are they ? — are they memories ? ' 
How strange the feeling ! All that is 
Seems as though it before had been. 

Where the cool bowering copse-wood weaves 

Its dance of agitated leaves, 

I hear — scarce hear — the water's flow ! 

From all sides round, in hundred rills. 

It ripples down, unites and fills 

A clear bright space below, 

Where, in a pure bed, nothing deep, 

The crystal currents have their sleep. 

Nymphs bathing — and from the moist glass we see, 
Amused, of sleek young limbs the double gleam. 
Grouped, swimming boldly, wading timidly. 
Hark ! splash of water ; laugh, and shriek, and scream 

This were enough to satisfy 

And charm the fascinated eye ; 

But the sense onward, onward still would press, 

Would pierce with searching glance the screen 

Of the rich bower, whose green recess 

Conceals the lofty Queen. 

Strange ! very strange ! and swans, swans too are here 
Majestically borne from cove and creek. 
In slumber-seeming motion on they steer. 
Companionable, kindly ; but what pride ! 
Contemplating the softened image of 
Breast snow-white, stately head, and arching neck. 
As though with their own lovely forms in love, 
O'er the still mirror peacefully they glide. 



[act II. 

And one before the rest, 

Bold with expanded breast, 

Moves with imperial dignity and grace : 

His feathers, roughed out wide — wave on the waves — 

Through snowy foam that his white plumage laves, 

He presses to the dear, the dedicated place. 

And see the rest— reposing light illumes, 

While to and fro they float, their tranquil plumes. 

And lo ! they rouse them ; see ! the splendid strife : 

Fain would they chase away these maidens coy, 

Whose mistress, can she now their thoughts employ ? 

Their one thought is security — is life ! 

Nymphs. Sisters, listen ! lay your ear 
To the river's green marge here. 
Do I hear, or do I dream, 
Sound of horses' hoofs that seem 
Swift as of a courier's flight 
Bringing tidings of the night ? 

Faust. Shocks, as of leaping thunder ! 
Earth ! will it spring asunder ? 
Nearer and nearer now, and ringing loud 
Under the quick feet of a courser proud. 
Thither, mine eye, glance thither ! Favouring Fate ! 
Is it to be ? Am I the Fortunate ? 
Wonder unparalleled ! and will it be ? 
A rider gallops hither. In his air 
What courage ! what intelligence is there ! 
Borne by a courser white — bHndingly bright. 
I err not ; 'tis no mocker)^ of the sight. 
It is, it is the son of Philyra. 

Halt, Cheirox ! halt ! I have much to say to thee. 
Chei. What say'st ? what is't ? 

Faust. A moment check thy pace- 

Cfui. I rest not. 

Faust. Take me. 

Chd. Up ! then. As we race, 




You may give me the happiness of knowing 
What you're about, and which way you are going. 
We're on the bank ; I'll take you 'cross the river. 

Faust. Oh ! as for that, I'll go whithersoever 
You go. 

And I must thank thee evermore. 
Noblest of men, whose fame 'tis to have taught 
The Heroes of the glorious days of yore, 
The Poet's world of Chief and Argonaut. 

Chei. Pass over that — Pallas's own success 
When she played Mentor could not well be less. 
'Tis little matter what is taught, men will. 
Taught or untaught, go on the same way still. 

Faust. Physician, learned in names of herbs and fruits, 
Who to the very deepest knowest all roots ; 
Wounds thou dost mitigate, and sick men cheer, 
In Spirit and in Body art thou here ? 

Chci. Was a man wounded, I was in a trice 
Upon the field with aid and with advice. 
What I did, much or little, anyhow 
The herb-women and priests inherit now. 

Faust. There spoke the genuine great man, who dis- 

Peculiar merit in his acts or aims ; 
And though of all in every way the best, 
'Gainst any praise still enters his protest. 

Chei. You seem to me a flatterer of skill, 
A practised hand in winding at your will 
People and prince. 

Faust. But, tell me, — you have seen 

The great men of your time, and you have been 
Rival, in everything that wins man's praise 
Of the very noblest, didst live out thy days 
True Hero, Demigod — say in thy thoughts 
Who of all, that thou now rememberest. 
Then figuring on earth 'mong men, seemed best. 




Chci. In the higli circle of the Argonauts, 
Each, as the soul breathed power, distinction held \ 
Each in his own peculiar path excelled. 
The Dioscuri brothers won their way 
Where youthful bloom and manly beauty sway; 
In the BoREADES, for others' weal 
Sprang instant action from determined zeal. 
A thoughtful man, strong, energetic, clear, 
Such was Prince Jason, to the ladies dear. 
And tender Orpheus swayed the lyre — calm heart 
Was his — and his true miracles of art. 
Sharp-sighted Lvnceus, he by day and dark, 
Through rock and strand steered safe the holy bark. 
In danger's hour true brotherhood is shown, 
Each works, and all praise each. Each works alone. 

Fmist. Will you say nothing then of Hercules ? 

CJiei. Oh ! call not back that feeling, wake thou not 
The longing for the old days that have been. 
Phcebus or Hermes I had never seen, 
Or Ares, or the rest ; in Hercules 
The godlike stood before these eyes of mine 
Impersonated — all that of di\'ine . 
In dreams of heaven man's fancy hath conceived, 
All the mind imaged or the heart believed ! 
A king by Nature made. What dignity 
In youth's first bloom ! — How gentle, too, was he ! 
Gave to his elder brother service true. 
And loved the ladies with devotion due. 
Son such as he will never more be given 
By Earth for Hebe to lead up to heaven ; 
Songs all in vain to make him know, 
Would strive, and sculptors torture stone. 

Faust. Never did sculptor, labour as he might, 
Bring out such perfect image to the sight 
Of that imperial look, that godlike mind. 
But now that the most beautiful of men 




You thus have showed me, try your hand again 
With the most beautiful of womankind. 

Chei. What? AVoman's Beauty !— The words, tlius com- 

Seem meaningless — the shape of faultless mould 
Too often a stiff image, marble-cold. 
Only the Being, whose glad life flows free. 
And sheds around it the perpetual cheer 
Of joyousness, hath interest for me. 
The Beautiful in its own placid sphere 
Rests all apart. Grace charms resistlessly, 

As Helen, when I carried her, and she 

Faust. You — carried — her ? 

Chei. Yes — I — upon this back. 

Faust. Was there not hitherto perplexity 
Enough ? What more ? — here sitting where she sate. 
Chei. She grasped into my hair, as you do now. 
Faust, My brain whirls round — oh ! tell me when and 

It was. She is my sole desire ; say when 
And whence, and whither, whither ? 

Chei. The Dioscuri brothers had just freed 
Their little sister from the spoiler's hand ; 
And now upon their homeward road they speed. 
Again the robbers pluck up courage, and 
The brothers, with whom Helena then was. 
Would clear Eleusis' swamp in rapid flight : 
They waded, and I, pawing, swam across. 
Then sprang she ofif^ and my moist mane she smoothed. 
Patted me with her fondling hand, and soothed. 
And then she thanked me. and with such address, 
Such self-possession, such calm consciousness ! 
She was — how charming ! — young and the delight 
Of the aged. 

Faust. Then just seven years old, not quite 



[act II. 

C/iei. What I the philologues have been with you, 
Puzzling you brains, themselves deceiving too ; 
Your Mythologic lady has no age. 
Is from her very birth-time all the rage. 
Like nothing but herself : in childhood carried 
By spoilers off — recovered — wooed — won — married. 
Years but increase her charms, bring lovers plenty ; 
She's never old — nay, never comes to twenty-. 
Lovely, and to be loved I The Poet seizes 
The fair form and does with her what he pleases. 
The Poet is not bound by time or distance. 

Faust. Time for her ! time then can have no existence. 
And so Achilles found her — Time the while 
Ceasing to be — on Leuke's lonely isle 
Strange hap was theirs of blissful ecstasy — 
Love wrung from unrelenting Destiny I 
And would my powerful longings, all in vain. 
Charm into life that deathless form again — 
Eternal as the gods ? Yes • Gentleness 
And winning Grace are hers, and not the less 
Hers the- calm sway of Dignity serene. 
You saw long since whom I to-day have seen. 
And She is Beautiful. Tis not the spell, 
'Tis not the spell of Gracefulness alone — 
'Tis Beauty, Beauty irresistible I 
We see, we love, we long to make our own. 
With her enraptured Soul, Sense, Being twine — 
I have no life if Helen be not mine. 

C/ici. Stranger ! this rapture men would call the flame 
Of love ! with Spirits madness is its name. 
'Tis lucky that the fit has seized you here. 
And on this night, of all nights of the year ; 
It is my wont each year, upon this night. 
For one short moment in my circling flight, 
To visit Manto, .'I^sculapius' child. 
Who in her father's temple, priestess there, 




Still lifts her supplicating hands in prayer, 
That he illumine the physician's mind, 
And from their rash destroyers save mankind — 
The best loved of the sibyls' guild ; no wild 
Mad raving there, but ever good and mild. 
Health will come soon from simples of the field 
Applied by her. 

Faust. But I would not be healed ; 

My mind is now all-powerful. Dispossessed 
I sink to man, no better than the rest. 

Chei. In the noble fount is healing — scorn it not. 
Now, down ! Down quickly ! we are at the spot. 

Faust. Whither hast brought me in the grey of night, 
Landing me in the plash and pebbles here ? 

Chei. See ! on the left Olympus. On the right 
Peneios. Here strove Rome and Greece in fight ; 
A mighty kingdom melts in sand away — 
The Monarch's flight — the Burgher's triumph-day. 
The Eternal Temple resting in the clear 
Light of the moon stands out — how very near ! 

Ma?ito [dreaj?ii?ig,fror?i 2uiihin\ 

This a something doth import. 
Threshold rings, and temple-court. 
Horses' footfalls echoing. 
Demigods are entering. 

Chei. All's right ! Open your eyes, and see all's right. 

Manto [a7mking\. Welcome ! I see you have not missed 
the night. 

Chei. Unfallen still stands your ancient temple-home 

Manto. Unwearable you still range and roam ! 

Chei. You rest in changeless bo\\'er of quiet deep, 
And / in everlasting circuit sweep. 

Manto. I tarry — round Me still wheels rolling Time. 
But — this man 

Chei. The mad night hath seized him in 

Its v;hirls, up flung him in its sludge and slime ; 



[act II. 

And Helen — madman — Helen he would win, 
And knows not how or where he should begin. 
With yEsculapian aid he may do well. 

Manto. I love him who desires th' impossible. 

[Cheiron is already far off. 
Manto. \to Faustus]. Onward ! Adventurous ! with joy 
proceed I 

Enter in boldly ! Down the dark path speed 
Whose windings to Persephoneia lead 
Beneath Olympus, where with longing eyes 
She seeks the smile of interdicted skies. 
There did I smuggle Orpheus in of old. 
Fare better thou ! Be Fortunate ! Be Bold ! 

\They desccJid . 

The Upper Peneios, as before. 

Sirens, Seismos, Sphinxes, Griffins, Ants, Pigmies, 
Dactyls, Cranes of Ibvcus, &-c. 

Sirens. Dash we into the Peneios, 
Swim we with him down in glee, 
With the charm of song inviting 
All to seek the spreading sea. 

There be those who will not listen — 

Hapless ! yet with song we call, 

To the Fesi ival of Ocean, 

To the healing waters, all. 

AV'ere we there, oh ! with what rapture 

"Would we raise our lofty Piean ; 

In the wave is every blessing — 

Come with us to the .^x.F-AN. \^Earihquake. 

Waves fonm back to the spring- head. 
Nor stream, as wont, down the river's bed ; 



The trembling ground starts and recoils, 

And the tainted water boils. 

The gritty bank swells. Moisture soaks 

Through pebbly sand. 'Twill burst ! — it smokes ! 

Fly hence ! all, all — oh ! fly we hence ; 

This wonder-work of violence 

Bodes good to none — is an offence 

To Nature's Truth. Fly hence ! fly hence ! 

Come, joyous noble guests — come ye 
To the glad Feast of the Sea, 
Where tremulously wavelets shine, 
And swelling lap the white sea-line ; 
Above, below, in double glow, 
In sky and sea smiles Luna calm, 
And sheds in dew her holy balm. 
Yonder is Movement ! — Freedom ! Life ! 
Here, Suffering and Constraint and Strife : 
The throes of agonizing earth 
In travail with a monstrous birth. 

All that are prudent, fly apace ; 
There is a horror o'er the place. 

Seis. [still ill the depths of the earthy struggling upward and 
grumbling ; his voice makes itself heard\. 
One shove more — one shove will do it ; 
Put but sides and shoulders to it ; 
One tug more and I am through it. 
Thus I tear my way before me. 
Sure to rise o'er all that's o'er me. 
One tug more — another shove now : 
I am in the world above now. [Appears as desci-ihed. 

Sphinxes. What a shudder ! what a taking 
Earth must be in— trembling, quaking ! 
What a going 'gainst the grain ! 
What a struggle, stress, and strain 



[act II. 

What a rocking, what a wringing ! 
Back and forward, swaying, swinging ! 
But we'll keep the post we've taken, 
Though all round about be shaken, 
Though all Hell in horror break in. 

And behold a vault ascending ! 

Wonderful !— 'tis He ! 'tis He ! 

'Tis the Old Man of the Sea ! 

He, who built amid the foam — 

Ocean's bed before him rending — 

Delos, the bright island-home. 

That, when earth denied all other 

Shelter to a wandering mother, 

There her sorrows might have ending. 

He with striving, squeezing, driving, 

Arms extending, broad back bending, 

Very Atlas in his gesture, 

Tears his way through earth's green vesture, 

Carries with him in his travel 

Land and sand, and grit and gravel; 

All that hitherto was sleeping, 

An unbroken quiet keeping, 

In the river bed at rest. 

Or upon the valley's breast. 

XJnfatigued and still defiant; 

See the Caryatid giant ! 

Loads of stony scaffolding 

To his sides and shoulders cling. 

From his subterranean prison 

One half of him up hath risen. 

Now this is going too far — this must end. 
The Sphinxes their position must defend. 

Seis. I've done it all alone — 'twas my sole act. 
They now believe — they've seen me in the fact. 




Had I not toiled and tugged with push and pull, 

Would the world have been half so beautiful ? 

The mountain-summit's pure ethereal blue, 

That, as from some enchanted heaven above, 

So smiles upon the raptured painter's view ; 

Where would it be, did I not shake and shove ? 

My proud progenitors were looking on — 

Swart Night and Chaos gloried in their son — 

As in my strength, I 'mong the Titans tall, 

With Pelion played and Ossa, as at ball. 

We then were young, and, as young blood inspired, 

We raved and raged. At last, like children tired, 

In half-malicious mirth the hills we clap 

Upon Parnassus-head — a double cap. 

And there Apollo lingers with his lyre, 

Or listens, as the Muses sing in choir. 

Even Jove's high stretcher I it was heaved out, 

Where his loose thunder-bolts lie strewn about. 

And now, with might and main, with stress and strain, 

I haste head-foremost from the depths again. 

In upper air have worked myself a place, 

And shout out for some animated race 

Of occupants — and doubtless not in vain — 

With joyance and new life to people the new space. 

Sphinxes. We might have thought him one of the true stock 
Of the primitive old Hills — a real Rock — 
Had we not seen the struggles of his birth, 
As the poor upstart wriggled out of earth. 
Now bushy woods come clothing his gaunt sides — 
Stone pressing upon stone his bald pate hides. 
But what care we ? — the intruder must retreat — 
The Sphinx will never yield her holy seat. 

Grif. Gold in leaflet — gold in glitter — 
Take good care that thieves get none of it ; 
Through the chinks I see it glitter : 
Up! ye Emmets, make your own of it. 

ii8 rAUSTUS. [ALi II. 

Chonis of Ants. Giants, with shattering 
Strength, have up sped it ; 
Little feet pattering 
Joyously tread it. 
O'er the hill, in and out. 
Tiny things many 
Wander in groups about 
Fissure and cranny. 
Swifter come — swifter come. 
Each chink has in it 
Rich gold in every crumb : 
Hasten to win it. 
Loiter and linger not ; 
Hasten to snatch it ; 
The treasure is yours 
If you only can catch it. 
Be earnest — be active — 
Come quick to the fountain 
Of wealth — seize the gold, 
And good-bye to the mountain ! 

Grif. In with the gold ! In with it ! — swell the heap ! 
We'll lay our claws upon 't — the best bolts they : 
I warrant safe the treasure that they keep. 

Pigmies. We're here — we have our place. We cannot say 
How it came to be, but so it is. Ask not 
Whence 'tis we came — here we are, on the spot, 
Here undeniably. And here and there, 
Where'er there is but room to breathe — where'er 
You find a region meet for joyous life. 
If but a rocky crevice shows itself. 
Up springs your d^^•arf ; and with the tiny elf 
Be sure ere long to find his tiny wife. 
The active litde man, the dwarfess fair, 
You find them here, and there, and everywhere ; 
Diligent little people — pair and pair. 




I do not know if things in the old day- 
Went on in Paradise the self- same way ; 
That here they do so happily we know, 
And thank our stars delighted that 'tis so. 
Life, joyous life, everywhere, east and west, 
Springs evermore from Earth's maternal breast. 

Dactyls. In one creative night, if Earth 

Hath brought these little things to birth, 
Be sure the same life-giving power 
To lesser folk will lend their hour. 
Who, led by the same law of kind, 
Will everywhere ht partners find. 

Eldest of the Figviics. 'Tis a time of Peace, and therefore 
The true moment to prepare for 
War. Then build the smithy ! heap on 
Coals ! and cuirass shape and weapon ! 
All our vassals should be arming. 
Come, ye Emmets, hither swarming ; 
Come, in thousands come, and with ye 
Bring the metals for the smithy. 
Dactyls, come with logs and tinder; 
Come with coals, and coke, and cinder. 

General. Stand together in a row. 

Fix the arrow, strain the bow ; 
Aim, secure and steady, take 
At tne Herons of the lake. 
Nestling high, how proud they seem ! 
And their plumes, how bright they gleam ! 
Slay them — lay the proud ones low ; 
Fix the arrow, strain the bow ; 
Stand together, one and all. 
Darts tly thick, and thousands fall. 

Wide waving o'er our helmets shall the crest 
Of heron-plumes the victory attest. 



[act II. 

Emmets and Dactyls. None now to rescue — all resistance 

We knead the iron, and they forge the chain. 
We are and must be Slaves— Oppressors they ; 
And helpless 7ue^ but hope a better day, 
And till it's dawn, repine, but must obey. 

Cranes of Ihycns. Dying wail 1 and the insulting 
Cry of murderers exulting ! 

Wings in torture agonizing 

Quiver — anguish of the dying ! 

Shrieks of pain from earth are rising 

To the heights where we are flying. 

Mingled all in one fell slaughter, 

Reddening with their blood the water ! 

Self-conceit, and the ambition 

To affect a high condition, 

And reduce to servile homage 

Brother dwarflings, brought these troubles, 

Led the mannikin land-nobles 

To the murder, for their plumage, 

Of the Herons. See, it waves there, 

O'er the helms of the proud slaves there, 

Paunchy, bandy-legged, and crooked. 

Come with beaks and talons hooked, 
Ye that of our army be, 
Heron-wanderers of the sea ; 
Come, as Nature bids, with engines 
Nature gives, awake to vengeance. 
They have slain your near relations. 
Root their name from out the nations ; 
Give no quarter — show no favour — 
Root the rascals out for ever. 

^Disperse, c^vakin^ in the a'r. 




Scene changes to the loiv ground. 

Mephistopheles, Lami^e, Oread, Homunculus. 

Mephistopheles [a/one]. The Northern hags at will I wind 
These Foreign Spirits put one sadly out. about- 
The Blocksberg is firm ground where'er you stray, 
And well defined — you cannot lose your way ; 
Frau Ilse at her stone is watching still, 
And Heinrich cheers you from his faithful hill ; 
The Schnarchers growl and snarl, and Elend hears 
No change to speak of for a thousand years. 
Here, who can say if he moves swift or slow, 
When the ground boils and bubbles from below ? 
On a smooth field you take a quiet stroll, 
When — thump ! — behind, a mountain will uproU 
Its waves : 'tis scarce a mountain — but of height 
Enough to screen me from the Sphinxes' sight. 
Adown the valley fires are flickering dun, 
And groups dance round, that promise lots of fun. 
See there a knot of girls that smirking, smiling, 
Would seem to welcome me with looks beguiling. 
Thatcoyly, now retreating, now advances. 
And pours upon me showers of merry glances. 
But softly, softly, on them. Fond of sweets. 
The traveller must snap up what he meets. 

£nter Lami^e, 7vho seek to attract Mephistopheles. 

Lamice. Quicker come — quicker come, 
Faster and faster ; 
Luring on after us 

The old witch-master. 

Now for a little while 

Loiter and linger ; 
Lure him with merry smile ; 

Beckon with finger. 



[act II. 

Precious the prize to hold : 

Happy the winners, 
If we can catch the old 

Prince of all sinners. 

O'er the uneven ground, 

Stumping and stumbling; 
O'er the uneven ground, 

Tripping and tumbling. 

'Twere pleasant to lead 

To the path of repentance — 

Staggering — swaggering — 
Our new acquaintance. 

Dragging his game-leg 

Leave him behind, 
He with his lame leg — 

We like the wind. 

Meph. \]iesitatiiig\. Deceivers that they are ! Oh, fate 
accursed ! 

Every man tricked and tempted like the first ! 
Yes, all grow older, but none grows more steady. 
Poor devil ! wert thou not fooled enough already? 
They're good for nothing. We know how the case is, 
With their tight laces and patched painted faces. 
Rotten in every limb — peep where you will, 
Not a sound spot in them — all rotten ripe. 
We know it, see it, feel it, too — and still 
What man but dances when the carrions pipe ? 

Lam. [siopping]. Look sharp — he halts — he hesitates — 
he lingers. 

At him, girls, now, or he'll sUp through our fmgers. 

[Advanci?ig boldly. 
Meph. Pluck up your courage ! Why these twitches 
Of doubt ? Pluck up and join the revel. 

ACT ir,] 



If in the world there were no witches, 
The devil a one would be a devil. 

Lam. \gracefully\. Round this hero let us twine 
A sportive ring, till in his eyes 
One seems most fair — till love arise, 
And that soft heart to one inclines, 

MepJi. Yes! Could one judge by this uncertain light, 
Women, ye seem ; of rank, if I see right ; 
Vou're handsome — that is, I've nothing to say 
To the contrary — you're beauties in your way. 

E7npusa [rushitig in\ And I too. Cousins, you must let 
me in 
As one of you. 

Lam. No, if her way she win 

To our circle, she'll — she is a spoil-sport quite. 

Emp. [to Meph.] Empusa with the Ass's foot 
Waits your affectionate salute. 
You've but a Horse's shank, 'tis true, 
Yet, Cousin, I acknowledge you. 

Meph. Here travelHng without any ostentation, 
Incognito, and in a foreign nation. 
How could one think of meeting a relation ? 
But the old proverb still holds here and there, 
From Hartz to Hellas cousins everywhere. 

Emp. You see me as I am — I speak out plain. 
I could take many shapes ; but I retain 
My own to-night — the Ass's head does best 
To compliment my cousin and my guest. 

Meph. Clanship and kin is all in all, I see. 
With these folks, but — unpleasant though it be 
To meet what seems a compliment with slight — 
The Ass's head, I must ignore it quite. 

La?fi. Beast ! nasty Beast ! she comes to scare 
Away the Lovely and the Fair. 
The Beauty and the Love, that shone 
Till she came, when she comes is gone. 



[act II. 

Mcph. And the fair Cousins, slender slips and tender — 
Something about them still makes me suspicious. 
Behind the roses of their little cheeks, 
A man may meet, perhaps, more than he seeks, 
And transformations other than he wishes. 

Lam. Try us, we're many — try it, if you've pluck : 
Here, take your choice of us. I wish you luck. 
What means this leer and languish ? You had best 
Speak plainly — make up to the prettiest. 
You act the lover wretchedly — your air 
Of pride amuses and repels the fair. 
Do mix with girls with somewhat more of sense, 
With somewhat less, too, of magnificence. 
Now, girls, let fall your masks, and show the man — 
He well deserves such favour — all you can. 

Meph. I've made my choice ; come, dearest, loveliest, 
Come to my arms ! A broomstick, I protest ! 
And this one — horrid face, avaunt ! 

Lain. J ust served you right ; what did you want ? 

Meph. The little one, I caught her ; but she shapes 
Herself into a lizard and escapes : 
As sliding through my hands she presses, 
I feel the soft smooth serpent tresses. 
I catch the tall one next — the Bacchanal 
Is off — the thyrsus staff, I have it all : 
Pine-stem and prickly cone, instead 
Of the tall girl with the high head. 
— Now for the fat one, there a man shall 
Regale himself with the substantial : 
For such girl what a price would your Easterns give ! 
I'll try, for the last time, what my luck may do. 
The skinny fungus shrivels — falls in two. 
Leaving but dust and ashes, as I live ! 

Lam. Break the chain, and, hand from hand 
Disengaging, loose the band. 
On the Bat's wing sweep and hover ! 



Lightning glance of dusky pinions ! 
He with us to play the lover ? 
Foreign rascal ! restless rover ! 
Hunt him out of our dominions. 

Witch's son — what strange confusion — 
Subject of another empire, 
Make him pay for his intrusion ! 

Scare him, Flitter-mouse and Vampire ! [Lami/E vanish. 

Meph. \shaking himself\ I've not learned much in my 

travels, on my word. 
Absurd 'tis here, and in the North absurd. 
Spectres are cross-grained creatures everywhere, 
People and Poets stupid here as there. 
Here and there the same sensual game is played ; 
And here as there illusion lends its aid. 
The smile of beauty tempted me to grasp, 
And horrors to my shuddering breast I clasp. 
Yet would the spell had been a little stronger, 
And the illusion lasting somewhat longer ! 

\Losing his way among the rocks. 
Where am I ? where's the road ? what tricks they play us ! 
There was a path here ; path — why all is chaos. 
'Twas a smooth road on which I hither bore me, 
And now see what a mountain stands before me ! 
Here I go scrambling up and down in vain, 
Where shall I find my Sphinx-women again ? 
The thing must be a madman's dream outright — 
A chain of mountains risen up in one night. 
Witch-ride ! why this outdoes our witch-rides all : 
They bring their Blocksberg with them to the ball. 

Oread [frojji the natural rocJz\. Climb up here ! reverence 

the old 

Last rock-stairs of the Pindus range. 
By Nature formed, in me behold 

FAUST us. 

[act II. 

A hill that knows no shock of change. 

/ stood unmoved the same unshattercd head, 

When over nic Ponipeiiis, conciucred, fled. 

These are but fancy-forms, the sight that mock. 

I'hey vanish with the crowing of the cock. 

Such fables oftentimes I see uprise, 

And sink as suddenly before the eyes. 

Meph. Honour to thee, time-honoured Headland ; 

With the high strength of oaks that bower thee round. 

The clearest moonshine hath no spear 

To pierce the ebon darkness here. 

But, 'mong the bushes lo ! a modest light 

Glides near— how strangely everything comes right ! — 

It is no other than Homunculus ! 

Whither, young fellow, are you going thus ? 

Enter Homunculus, 

Homun. Hither and thither, up, down, in and out ; 
From place to place still hovering about, 
Impatient the free air of life to breathe, 
Longing to break the glass that is my sheath — 
My chrysalis ; but everywhere I see 
Such sights ! I could not venture yet to be. 
Now for a secret — I am on the track 
Of two Philosophers. Their tongues, clack ! clack ! 
Went evermore, and Nature — Nature was 
The word. Keep me not from them. Of the laws 
Of earthly being they must somewhat know : 
Between them I may learn some little ; so 
Pass into life by their experience wiser. 

Meph. Shape your own course yourself— trust no adviser. 
Philosopher and Phantom chum together, 
And Phantast is a fool of the same feather ; 
Spectres in dozens the philosopher, 


For some new creed your credence to obtain, 
Will conjure up, or coin out of his brain. 

You never will get sense except you err. 

Be, if you must — but into Being rise 
By your own impulse. 

Homun. Yet it were not wise 

The good advice chance offers here to miss. 

Meph, Away with you ! We shall see more of this. 

\They separate. 

Anaxagoras, Thales, Homunculus. 

Anaxagoras \io Thales]. Your mind resists all reasoning. 
Can there be 
Imagined stronger proof than what we see ? 

Tha. The willing waves each little wind obey ; 
But, meeting with the rough rock, roll away. 

Anax. Vapours of Fire have forced this rock through 

Tha. In Moisture still the Living has its birth. 
Homun. [joins f/iem]. Let me with both of you walk side 
by side : 

I have for Birth and Being to provide. 

Anax. Have you, O Thales ! ever in one night, 
Seen a hill rise up out of mud to light ? 

Tha. Never was Nature, and her effluent powers 
Of Life, referred to days and nights and hours ] 
She acts in calm and regulated course — 
Knows nothing of this Accidental force ; 
Even in her works of Most sublimity, 
As in the Least, no violence knows she. 

Anax. But here such was. Here fierce Plutonic flame 
With bolus's stormy vapours came, 
Burst through the earth's flat crust with monstrous throes, 
And in the moment a New Hill arose. 



[act II. 

T/ia. Now, how does this assist your case ? the Hill 
Is there — there let it be with my good will : 
Time's lost in such dispute that no fruit brings, 
But holding patient folks in leading-strings. 

Afiax. Not long unpeopled is our New Hill left, 
Its Myrmidons are crowding every cleft— 
Pigmies, Emmets, Fingerlings, 
— And other active little things. 

{To HoMUNcuLUs]. To Royalty in thought hast never 
risen ? 

Been still sealed up a hermit in your prison ? 
If you can learn the arts of government, 

I'll make you king 

Hoviun. What says my Thales } 

Tha. Not with my consent. 

I would not have my friend accept the crown. 

Among the little all one does dwarfs down, 

Even as the little placed amid the great 

Partakes of greatness. Why deliberate ? 

See you the Cranes in blackening cloud ? 

Look yonder, where they gather proud. 

The insurgent people threatening. 

Think you they would spare the king ? 

Talons sharp and pointed beak 

Wrath upon the small folk wreak. 

The Pigmies were no doubt the first 

Offenders, but how short a time 

Brings the vengeance-cloud to burst 

In tempest on their crime ! 

The Pigmy folk the Herons slew, 

As round their peaceful lakes they flew, 

Or lay at rest in the calm nest. 

Their arrowy death-shower brings ere long, 

Fearful reprisals for foul wrong — 

A righteous shedding of the blood 

Of the malignant little brood. 




The Cranes — the Cranes are coming, in 
Thousands, to avenge their kin. 
What now avails them shield or spear ? 
What now the Herons' plundered pride .J* 
Pigmies and Dactyls shrink in fear, 
And where shall the poor Emmets hide ? 
Their armies waver — shrink — fly — scatter. 
All's over with them — little matter. 

Anax. [after a pause, with solem7iity\ Gods, that the 
world beneath the earth obeys, 
Erewhile have had my praise ; 
Now to Celestial power, 
In this terrific hour, 
My supplicating eyes and voice I raise. 

Thou, in thy sky, who still on high 
Dost in deathless youth shine on — 
Thou, who with thy threefold name 
And thy aspects three, art one ; 
Ever changing, still the same. 
In this dread calamity, 
Boding the fall of nations — all 
My people — I do call on thee 
Diana, Luna, Hecate ! 

Thou, that to thoughts beyond man's thoughts his breast 

Expandest — thou, that symbol art of rest — 

Calm in thy heavens — serenest — stormiest-— 

Be thy dread gulfs of shadow open thrown, 

Thine ancient power, though magic bids not, shown. 

Am I too quickly heard, and has my prayer 
Risen up to heaven, disturbed the regular 
Order of Nature ? Large, still larger — near, 
Still nearer, comes the goddess's round throne : 
Glares on the eye a thing of fright and fear, 
Its fire to gloomier red each moment grown. 




[act II. 

Come not more near : or this earth — land and sea — 

Will perish, into atoms crushed by thee. 

Tis true, then, that the hags of Thessaly 

In daring incantation sang thee down 

From thy high path, and wmng, by fearful charm, 

Through thy torn disk all that hath power to harm ? 

While I speak the bright shield darkles, 
Splits, blazes out, and sparkles. 
Rattling, hissing, crash of thunder. 
Tempest. — Will it burst asunder ? 
At the steps of thy throne behold me lie, 

Humbled. 'Twas I brought down the judgment, I 

\Casts himself on his face. 

Tha. What a world in all he hath seen and heard ! 
I don't well know what has occurred. 
I have not felt Hke him. No doubt 
This mad hour puts one sadly out. 
And Luna, careless of these shocks, 
In her own place, as usual, rocks. 

Homun. Look over to the Pigmy ground. 
The hill-top, that till now was round, 
Is angular. A sudden shock 
Thrilled through me, and I saw a rock 
Fall from the moon : — with little care for 
This questioning of why and wherefore, 
Or friends or foes, or loss or gain, 
It has crashed, and smashed, and slain. 
Yet do I see with admiration, 
This great contrivance of creation, 
Convulsive spasms Belov/ that move, 
And agitations from Above, 
In one night bringing up and down 
The Mountain and the mountain's Crown. 

Tha. Peace ! 'twas but Imagination ; 
Think not of that wretched nation. 



Ivcave their hill — the nasty thing there, 
Very well you were not king there. 

But come along. The world is all commolion, 

Preparing to recei\ e with honour due, 

The guests this Night of Wonder summons to 

The solemn Festival of joyous Ocean. [Exeunt. 

The other side of Seismos's Hill. 
Mephistopheles, Dryad, Phorcyads. 

Meph. \cla?nbcnng 2ip\ Up the steep rock-stairs must I 
make my way. 
And 'mong the old oaks' stiff roots stumbling stray. 
O'er my own Hartz the vapour of the pine 
Breathes pitch, and that is a delight of mine : 
I love it next to brimstone. 'Alongst the Greeks 
The slightest smell of it in vain one seeks. 
Without it, how they light their fires in Hell, 
Or plague the inmates there, I cannot tell. 

Dryad. In your own country you perhaps are shrewd ! 
But, as a foreigner, unwise and rude. 
Your thoughts should not revert to home-scenes here : 
While in this land, the holy Oak revere. 

Meph. What one has lost, he deems beyond all price ; 
The customary is man's paradise. 
But what's that clump of Three in the weak light ? 
Crowding down in the cave it cowers from sight 

Dryad. The Phorcyads ! Speak to them, if you are bold 
Enough for it — if your blood runs not cold. 

Meph. Bold ! That I am. I see it with amaze — 
I never saw the like in my born days : 
Worse than the mandrake's writhings. One begins, 
Looking on them, to think the deadly sins 
Less horrible, compared with the enormity 
Of this vile three-coiled tangle of deformity. 

E 3 



[act II. 

Monsters like these we never would let dwell 
Even on the threshold of our murkiest Hell. 
Here — in the land of Beauty, where men pique 
Themselves upon the fame of the Antique — 
Here to strike root ! Hark I Stirring in their cell I 
They scent the stranger near them. They would speak — 
The vampire-bat's thin twittering feeble squeak. 

Fhor. Sisters, hand me the eye '. Let it look forth 
And see who treads our temple without leave. 

Miph. BendiLg in reverential awe I seek 
Your threefold benediction to receive. 
I am a stranger here ; but you will give 
Kind welcome to a distant relative. 
Of your old gods I've seen some of great worth : 
Ops, Rhea — bowed before both down to earth. 
The Parc3e, of the good old family 
Of Chaos's : I know them well — the three — 
They're sisters of yours. I have met them all 
A few days since, in costume, at a ball : 
But never, never have I seen before. 
Among the things men honour and adore, 
Annhing any way resembling you. 
Words have I none to say how your charms move 
My admiration. ^V'hat shall I then do ? 
In silence think of you — in silence love. 

Pmr. There's much good sense in what this Spirit says. 

J/<r//;. I am amazed no poet h)-mns your praise. 
How comes their silence ? How can it have been 
No sketch of you in painting have I seen ? 
Here were Art's perfect triumph I and how blest 
The sculptor who such charmers fixed in stone, 
Not Juno, Venus, Pallas, or the rest I 

Phor. Li\-ing in depths of night, and all alone, 
Thoiigbt of the kind never occurred to us. 

M(ph. How could it.^ You, in deep den hidden thus, 
Know nobody — by nobody are known. 




Had the world seen you, you ere now would grace 
With your peculiar beauties some high place, 
Where Art and princely Splendour share the throne. 
'Tis there your marble block in every street 
Steps into life a hero on two feet. 
'Tis there 

Fhor. Hush ! leave us where we are, resigned ! 

Wake not ambitious longings in our mind ! 
Bom of the Night, of kin with Night alone ; 
Scarce to ourselves and to none other known. 

Meph. 'Twill give no trouble : you need take no journey. 
It may be done by proctor or attorney. 
I'll manage it. As one eye for you three, 
And one tooth does, surely it would not be 
A contradiction in Mythology 
Just to compress the triple essence into 
A smaller compass. Let the Three be Two : 
Consign to me the figure of the Third 
For a little while. 

isi Fhor. This is not so absurd 

As it sounds. There's something in't. What's your reply ? 

2?id Fhor. I'm for it ; but without the tooth and eye. 

Meph. In keeping those, you're keeping back the best. 
How can I make a picture of the rest ? 

Fhor. Nothing more easy. It is but to draw 
An eye down, and projecting from the jaw 
Let glare a front tooth. The profile will strike 
As one in every way extremely like. 

Meph. Thanks ; so be it. 

Fhor. And be it so. 

Aleph. [as a Phorcyad in profih\ 'Tis done ! 

Look I not Chaos's well-beloved son ? 

FJior. Daughter ! We're Daughters, undeniably. 

Meph. Daughter or Son — all now will laugh at me. 

Fhor. New Triad this ! What beauty ! We in truth 
Are gainers. An eye more — another tooth ! 



[act II. 

Mipii. 1 must go hide myself from every eye 
In very hell — the devils to terrify. \Exil. 

Rochy Bay of t lie /Egean Sea. — The Moo,: siayifig in the 

Sirens, Nereids and Tritons. 

Sirens flying on the cliffs around, pipi'ig ^^^d singing]. 
In the old time, while Night shuddering heard their daring 
rites malign, 

The Thessalian sorceresses tore form that calm throne of 

We, with no unholy magic would disturb thy rest divine. 

Rest thee pure in thine own heaven, and from the bow of 

thine own night 
Look upon the glimmering waters, how they heave and roll 

in light. 

Oh ! gleam softly on the pageant that ascends in noiseless 

Through the phantom stars up-thronging, to the surface of 
the ocean. 

Lovely Luna, oh ! smile on us — on thy worshippers' 

J)Jer. and Tri. Sing aloud, in tones more thrilling 1 
Sounds that, through the deep sea shrilling, 
All its peoples may awaken ! 
We had sunk to lone recesses, 
Under gulfs by tempest shaken — 
Caves in Ocean's wildernesses ! 
From the low depths far away 
Now uprise we, and obey 
And follow the alluring lay ! 
We to deck ourselves delight. 
See these golden bracelets bright ; 




Crown, and clasp, and precious stone; 

Chain, and brooch, and jewelled zone ! 

Treasures — the rich spoils that were 

Of the shipwrecked mariner 

On your fierce rocks flung away — 

Your sweet songs have charmed them hither ; 

You ! the demons of our bay. 
Sirens. We know, that in the moist sea-waves, 

We know, that in the cool sea-caves 

Calm live the people of the sea. 

A happy, peaceful dream is theirs 

Of gliding life. No griefs — no cares. 

And such your life, and such are ye. 

But, on this day of Festival, 

Delight it were to us — to all — 

To see you in the glorious hour 

Wake into life of higher power. 
Ner. cuid Tri. Ere your song had hither brought us. 

We had long ago bethought us 

Of all this : and sisters, brothers. 

In a moment off fleet we 

To return, as proud as others 

Of the ocean-family ; 

Sea-shapes though we be, our claim 

Is, as you full soon shall see, 

To a higher rank and name. 

Tis but over some small space 

Of the moonlight sea to race. 

We shall show you what we be. S^Exeunt. 
Sirens. They are oft" to Samothrace, 

With a favouring wind ; but what can they find 
In the realms of the Cabiri ; 
Gods that baffle all enquiry ? 
Gods, that high up on the shelves 
Of the rough rocks plant themselves. 



[act II. 

We can make nothing of their constitution — 
Unconscious, self-involved self-evolution. 

Oh, move not from thy height, 
Fair Luna ! The soft rays 
Shed round us of thy haze, 
And far away be Day's 
Intrusive world of light 

Sea-shon. — Thales, Homunculus, Nereus. 

Thales \to Homunxulus]. I'd take you now to Nereus. 
His cave's here ; 
But he's a queer old fellow — an austere 
Odd-tempered being — sour and obstinate. 
Man above ever} thing he seems to hate — 
The human race — he grumbles with such spite 
Against us — men with him are never right. 
Yet, as the future's present to his view ; 
And he, at times, has done good to some few. 
He's in his way respected. 

Homuji. At his gate 

Let's kTiock, and test the cross old surly pate 
By what you say of him, there's no great fear 
We spill our flame or crack the glass-case here. 

X^ereiis. Men's voices here? It makes me savage 

I think of the absurdities of men. 

Formations, that, 'gainst Nature's laws, would fain 

Stretch themselves into gods — but all in vair, 

— Doomed in their own damned likeness to remain 

Were it not for my zeal to serve mankind, 

I might, in blissful quiet, have reclined 

Godlike among the gods for ages past ; 

And what good does there come of it at last ? 

Things go on all the same, as though I had 

Not said a word about tliem, good or bad. 



Tha. Yet, Ancient of the Sea, with reverence 
All look upon thee. Do not drive us hence. 
The Flamelet here — shaped like a man, no doubt— 
Oh ! look on him, who, wandering long about, 
Seeks thy advice, which he will, out and out, 

Neretis. Advice ! what good is it ? Yitn hear 
Advice, and then it freezes in the ear. 
Though lessoned by the fierce fact o'er and o'er, 
Yet men are ever self-willed as before. 
Ere for another's wife his snares he wove 
Warned I not Paris with a father's love ? 
As on the Grecian shore the bold youth stood 
I told him all that I in spirit viewed : 
The thick and stifling smoke, the fire's red breath — 
Roof-trees in flames — beneath them murder, death — 
The doom of Troy, that for a thousand years 
In the recording song hath waked men's fears. 
He mocked the prophet, scorned the oracle. 
Followed his own wild will and Ilion fell — 
A stark, cold, giant corpse. Its pangs had ceased, 
And Pindus' eagles welcomed their rich feast. 
Ulysses, too. — How often was my theme 
Of Circe's wiles and savage Polypheme : 
His own delays, the rashness of his train. 
Forewarned of all — of all forewarned in vain : 
Till, waves relenting, many a peril past, 
The wanderer found a friendly shore at last. 

Tha. This to the Wise, this cannot but give pairu 
The Good even, though it may be all in vain. 
Seeks to do good again and yet again. 
Whole hundreds of ingratitude are less 
In his eyes than one grain of thankfulness. 
This is no common case, and your assistance 
May serve us. What this spark wants is Existence. 
He would enter upon Life. This asks a nice 
Discretion, and we come for your advice. 



[act II. 

Nercus. Hush ! Break not in on this delicious trance 
Of rare dehght ! Far other care employs 
My spirit now than of man's cares or joys. 
It is no hour for you to trouble me. 
To-night is held a solemn festival, 
Where I have hope to meet my daugiitcrs all — 
The DoRiDES — the Graces of the sea. 
Olympus boasts not, nor Achaia bears 
Through all her lands, Forms lovelier than theirs, 
And then the Movements of the Nymphs of Ocean ! 
Theirs is the perfect harmony of motion, 
As from the Dragons of the wave they spring 
To the fleet Coursers of the Ocean King. 
While flashing in the moonlight billow's play, 
Inseparable from the wave seem they. 
One with the element that is their home. 
You see them rising with the rising foam. 
In coloured play of Venus' pearly car 
Comes Galatea, of all now that are, 
The loveliest and most beautiful by far ; 
Who, since on Cyprus Venus ceased to smile, 
Is worshipped as the Goddess of the isle. 
For ages now inherits as her own 
The Temple-city and the Chariot-throne. 
Away ! and in a holy hour like this. 
Oh, break not in upon a father's bliss. 
No thought of anger now should stir his heart — 
No word of censure from his lips should part. 
Away to Proteus ! Question the Magician 
As to tlie spark's proposed change of condition. 
You thus may learn what transformations he 
Must pass through to be anything — to Be. 

\Exit^ go 'nig to'vards iJic sea. 
TJia. \to HoMUNCULUs]. We've not gained much by 
this step, I should say. 
Catch Proteus ! Catch him, and he melts away. 




If he stands talk, 'twould seem his only bent 

To create wonder and bewilderment. 

Still you want counsel and advice. He can 

Give it. We'll test him. Come on, little man. \^Exeu?ii. 

Moonlight Bay. — Sirens, Nereids a7jd Tritons. 

Sirens [on fhc rocks above]. AVhat far-off gleam moves o'er 

the enchanted seas, 
As though white sails flowed hither with the breeze, 
Lustrous with light ? Oh, what a change ! Are these 
The same wild women of tlie wave — these the Nereides? 
Let's clamber down the rocks — perhaps to hear 
Their words — at least to look at them more near. 
Ner. and Tri. In our hands we bring a treasure 

That must come to all with pleasure. 

See ! reflected from the field 

Of Chelone's giant shield 

Forms of stalwart strength forth spring : 

They are gods and them we bring 

With us. Sing, in triumph sing ! 
Sirens. Tiny ! if you mark their size : 

Mighty ! if their power you prize. 

They in hours of shipwreck save 

The sinking sailor from the wave. 

Gods I that, in the ancient days, 

Worshipped were with prayer and praise. 

Ner. and Tri. The Cabiri we bring hitlier, 
That the feast may peaceful be. 
Where the Holy Ones are present 
Friendly is the God of Sea. 

We must yield to you, Caeiri ! 
When a vessel splits in two, 
Then come ye, in power resistless, 
Saviours of the sinking crew. 

I40 FAUSTUS. [act il. 

Nl7\ and Tri. Tluee of them with us we brouglit, 

On the Fourth in vain we call ; 

He resisted : said he ought, 

As the Governor of all, 

For the common weal take thought. 
Sirens. Gods 'gainst gods, with scoff and sneer. 

Bickering, clash with joke and jeer, 

Counsel sage and safe v/e give, 

With All peacefully to live. 

All, that can do good, revere. 

Them, that can do mischief^ fear. 
Ncr. and Tri. There should be Seven of them, sisters 
and brothers. 

Sirens. There are but Four here. Where are the Three 
others ? 

Ner. and Tri. Can't say. Ask for them at Olympus : 

They say an Eighth is. Whence he comes, and where 
He hath his being, no one yet has stated. 
They gladly would have been here, but they waited — - 
'Twould take some little time — to be created. 

No making anything of them. Out of tlie way 
Strange creatures. 

Aboriginal gods are they. 
Intuitions ; High Volitions ; 
Longings Unrelievable ; 
Sentimental Pangs of Hunger 
For the Inconceivable. 

Sirens. Wherever jiath been jjivcn 

A throne of power in heaven — 
Sun, moon, or star — where'er 
It is, we worship there — 
With all of every creed 
We pray. It hath its meed. 



Ncr. and Tri. Oh, what glory ours must be, 

Leading this festivity. 
Sirens. The Heroes cf the ancient days, 

AVho from this hour forth shall praise ? 

If, to Greece, the Golden Fleece 

They, in happy triumph, brought — 

You a greater feat have wrought : 

Bringing o'er the joyous main 

The Cabiri in your train. 
Univer. C/ior. If, to Greece, the Golden Fleece 

T/liey, in happy triumph, brought — 

You a greater feat have wrought : 

Bringing o'er the joyous main 

The Cabiri in your train. 

[Nereids and Tritons pass on. 

HoMUNCULUs, Thales, Proteus. 

Homunailus. The stupid things are very like old crocks, 
'Gainst which, all covered o'er with grime and dust, 
The Antiquarians' hard heads get hard knocks. 

Tha. Well, this is what they wish : the medal must 
Be, to bear any price, all over rust. 

Pro. \invisible\. Here the old Fabulist can feed his 

Of wonders with sights well worth thinking of — 
Odd, but as idols better to revere. 
Tha. Where art thou, Proteus ? 

Pro. \_fro7n diffei-ent places]. Here I am ! Here ! Here ! 
27ia. [io HoMUNCULUs]. The old buftbon is now at his 

Play of cross purposes. Let's have an end 
Of this. 'Tis out of place and time this joking — 
These tricks on an old traveller. Come, friend ! 
I know your voice, and how it sounds at distance 
When you are at my elbow. 


[act II. 

J^riK [as at a distance]. Fare thee well ! 

T/ia. [aside to Homunculus]. Now flash your light out! 
Novv*, with its assistance, 
We'll catch him. He's as curious as a fish, 
And lured by light, in whatsoever shape : 
If you but flash out strong he can't escape. 

Homun. 1*11 flash my light out strongly ; but must take 
Precaution that the glass-case do not break. 

Pro, [//; the form of a giant tortoise]. A\'hat's that shines 
out with charm so exquisite ? 

T/ia. [veiling Homunculus]. If you would see, you 
must come nearer it. 
Grudge not the trouble. Come, I do entreat ! 
Come, be u man : Come, on a man's two feet 
You want to see a something we have got. 
Which we at will may show you, or may not. 
We dictate terms. 

Pro. [in a noble form]. Yours still are sophist's tricks. 

Tha. You still change shapes and on none certain fix. 

[Ur.Vtils HOMUNCULU?. 

Pro. [exhibiting astonishment]. A glittering dwarf: A 
show well worth trie seeing : 
Never knev/ creature like it vras in being. 

Tha. He wants your counsel — has come a long distance : 
His object is to get into existence. 
He is, by what he told me of his birth, 
Miraculously come but half to earth : 
A lively spark — has ever}* mental quality ; 
^ut, luckless fellow, 'twas his strange fatality. 
An active, naked spirit, all alone — 
Without a shred of body, blood or bone, 
Into the world to be at hazard thrown — 
His glass is all he has to steady him : 
He wants and wishes body, life, and limb. 

Pro. True love-child this ! a boy that would, I wis, 




Make his appearance ere his mother is 
Disposed to welcome him. 

Tha. \ivliispering\. Boy? Is'tso? 
If boy or girl, we really cannot know 
Till he puts on life. 

Pro. Well ! let time settle that ! 

We cannot tell what Fortune's driving at. 
For better luck may hap. In the wide sea 
Is Life. There, there must the first process be. 
There in the little all begin — then seize 
The less, and so grow larger by degrees : 
Shift to new forms of being — every past 
Foretells a future — the more perfect last ! 

Homun. The breeze brings fragrance with it ; and the flow 
Of glad green billows, too ! I love it so ! 

Pro. No doubt you do ; but further on 'twill be 
Still pleasanter. And just here, where the land 
Ends in a narrow tongue of sparkling strand, 
What a delicious breathing from the sea ! 
Move onward, where the sky seems yet more clear, 
And see the gay procession floating near. 
Come with me ! Come. 

Tha. And me — you must take me. 

Homiin. A memorable move of Spirits three. 

Telchines of Rhodes on Hippocamps and Sea- 
dragons. Sirens, Proteus, Thales, Homun- 


Telchines of RJiodes \JioIding Neptune's tride7it\. 
The Trident, with which the vexed billows' commotion 
He calms, we have forged for the Monarch of Ocean. 
O'er the heavens if his thick clouds the Thunderer spread, 
Poseidon replies to the roll overhead. 
To the flare of forked lightnings above will the spray 



[act II. 

or billows below flash terrific as they ; 

And the wreck, by the wild wind in agony tossed, 

Whirling round in the sea-gulfs is swallowed and lost. 

The Sea-god, propitious this festival night. 
To us hath entrusted his sceptre of might, 
That our path on the waves may be peaceful and bright. 

iiirens. Hail ye, each and every one, 

Dedicated to the Sun ! 

Hail, in the mysterious hour 

Sacred to his sister's power. 

Priests are ye of Helios bright : 

This is Luna's festal night. 
Telch. Queen of the bow, whose delight in the skies 
Are the songs from the earth to thy brother that rise. 
To Rhodes, the glad island, an ear dost thou lend, 
Where pceans for ever like incense ascend. 
How brightly at morning smiles on us the sun — 
How brightly at eve, when his day course is run. 
Mountains and cities — shore, waters — all here 
In his eyes are well pleasing — are cloudless and clear. 
If a wreath of thin vapour the blue heaven obscure : 
A beam and a breeze and the island is pure. 
Here a hundred bright forms of himself meet his sight — 
Now Giant, now Stripling — all Mildness, all Might. 
Here, in this glorious land. Sculpture began — 
Gods and the godlike to image in Man. 

Pro. Let them sing and shout away. 
These dead works ! Oh ! what are they 
To the beams of the bright sun — 
To the living ray ? 

They shape, they melt, reshape the mass, 

And deem a something done. 

Wiiat is at last the fate 

Of these proud gods of brass ? 

Grand stood the image-gods and great : 




An earthquake shook them from their state. 
Melted again, again into new moulds they pass. 

Earth's movements, whatsoe'er they be, 
Obstruction are and drudgery. 
Life and the living waves agree. 
To the waters come with me ! 
To the Everlasting Sea ! 

Proteus-Dolphin carries thee {changes Jiiuiself\ 
'Tis done, 'tis done. The triumph's won : 
Thy crovning destiny ! 
On my bick I carry thee ! 
To the Ocean marry thee ! 

Tha. Go ! Sure way the goal of winning 
Is, "begin with the beginning." 
With him tci the waters thou, • 
Active life awaits thee now. 
On from forms to new forms ranging, 
Still obeying iaws unchanging, 
Till at last you're landed at 
Man. 'Twill take some time to that. 

[Protels has assumed the shape of a dolphin^ and 
takei HoMUNCULUS on his hack. 

Pro. In the Spirit come ! In Ocean 
Sport thee— in the free wave wide. 
Thine own joy to every motion 
Still the impulse, still the guide ! 
Happy, while in unioreseeing, 
Unreflecting germs alive ; 
But to higher states of being 
In thy yearnings never strive. 
As to Man.— once there, you're done up — 
The game's over — all the fun up. 

Tha. That's as may happen. Is it nothing, then, 
To be a man distinguished 'mong the men 
Of one's own time ? 



[act II, 

Pro. \ to Thales]. One of your stamp and style 

I^fay no doubt be remembered some short while. 
Mong the pale crowds of Spirits yours appears 
One noticeable for a thousand years. 

Sirens, Thales, Pselli, and Marsi. Doridis, and 
their Human Lm'ers. Ni:reus, Galatea, Proteus, 
HoMUNCULUS. Universal Chorus. 

Sirens [on the rocks]. What a lovely ring of cloudlets 

Round the moon, in halo bright ! 

Doves, whom burning love enkindles — 

Radiant dove-wings pure as light — 

Birds, that Love enflames — 'tis Paphos 

Sends them on this festal night. 

Now the Auguries are perfect. 

Think we now but of delight ! 
Kerens {stepping to Thales]. Gazing on the cloudlets fair, 

A wanderer by night 

INIight easily believe they were 

Meteors that mocked the sight — 

Illusions of the air; 

But we — that Spirits are — but we, 

That in the spirit all things see, 

We know well that such conclusion 

Would indeed be a delusion. 

Cytherea's Doves they are 

That, in flight miraculous, 

Follow now my daughter's car. 

In the old day it was thus. 
Tha. To the view that you suggest 

I would yield with no misgiving. 

If, within the calm warm nest, 

Something holy still were living, 

And had there its place of rest. 




Pselli and Mar si \ou sea-hulh^ sea calves ^ and rams\ 
In the rocky caves of Cyprus — 
Never by the god of Ocean 
Shaken, never by the dread 
Spasms of Seismos visited — 
We, as in the days of old, 
In calm of heart— in joy that hath no voice 
To speak its conscious rapture — we rejoice 
To guard the Car of Cypris. Our delight 
Is, in the murmuring hours of the soft night, 
O'er lustrous billows, tremulously heaving. 
In whispers low their lovely network weaving, 
The pearly Chariot from its secret grot 
To bear in triumph over the glad water ; 
And, all unseen of men who know her not, 
Still worship Beauty in her loveliest daughter. 

We, our gentle task pursuing, 

Care not what the world is doing. 

Let the Eagle's plumeless pinion, 

Or Winged Lion, claim dominion : 

Be it Cross, or be it Crescent, 

With alternaie victory. 

For their battle-field incessant, 

Tears and triumphs, what care we ? 

While they do \heir work of ruin. 
Devastating, without pity, 
Harvest-field, and storming city. 
We, our gentle task pursuing, 
On her moonlight path serene 
With us bring our lovely queen. 

Sirens. Gently move, with measured speed, 
Round the chariot, ring in ring : 
Then flow on, a twofold line, 
Side by side, and intertwine 
In your windings serpentine! 



[act u. 

Nereidks, come ye ! 

Wild women of the sea, 

Built in robustest mould, 

Free, vigorous, and bold, 

With joyous gambolling. 

Tumultuous jubilee 

Of Nature's savage glee ! 

Come, gentle Dorides ! 

Of forms more delicate, 

Whom joy doth not elate. 

To Galatea bring 

In every sister face 

Features, in which we trace 

The Mother of the race — 
A more than earthly, more than heavenly grace. 
The godlike earnestness of mien — flower of immortal birth — 
The winningness, the smile serene, of dai.ghters of the 

Do?\ [passing Nereus, on dolphins\ lend us, Luna, 
light and shadows I Let thy tender radiance all 
— We, the while, in shade half-hidden— on these human 
blossoms fall. 

'J liey are ours I to our fond father we would show each 
chosen youth. 

[ To Nereus]. 'J'hey are ours, whom we have rescued from 

the tempest's savage tooth. 
1 hem on moss and softest seaweed, warming to new life, we 


Warmed to life, with burning kisses they our tender cares 

Father ! hear our fond entreaty ! 
Look on them with love and pity ! 

A^ereus. A twofold gain you find in this employment — 
Compassion for distress, and self-enjo}Tiient. 

Dor. Father ! if we find favour in ihy sight — 
If thou dost sympathize in our delight — 




Oh • to these dear ones give 
For ever thus to live : 
Young heart to heart replying 
Love endless, love undying ! 
Nereus. You've caught them — keep them. Aye ! hold 
while you can 
Your glittering prey, and mould the youths to man. 
But as to Immortality — 
Zeus has the gift of it — not I. 
The waves, you rock on, still must move : 
Their restlessness knows nothing of 
This fancy of abiding love. 
Let the dream play its moment and 
Forget it; and with gentle hand 
Lay the youths tenderly on land. 

Dor. Dearest youths \ we love you well. 
You and we, alas ! must sever. 
Oh ! that love could last for ever ! 
But the gods the prayer repel ! 

The Youths. Love us, love us still ! More pleasant 
Fortune never can befall 
Sailor-lads, to whom the Present, 
Evermore is all in all. 

[Galatea is 7iow seen approaching:!; on her Car of 

NercKS. Tis thou, my love. 

Gal. What rapture ! father, dear ! 

Linger, ye dolphins ! the glance holds me here. 

\The Car ni07'es on rapidly. 
Nereus. Already ! what so far away already ? 
Onward and onward wheeling by, in swift and sparkling 

For the Heart's inner beatings, what care they ? 
Oh ! had they ta'en me with them ! Yet the sight, 
A moment's lustre as it speeds away, 
Will make the whole year bright. 


[act ti. 

T/ia. [ewiillin^Iy and 7uilJi soki}uii/y\ Hail ! liail ! again 
all hail ! Life blooms anew. 
My spirit is pierced through 
By the Beautiful, the True. 
In Water all hath had its primal source ; 
And Water still keeps all things in their course. 
Ocean, still round us let thy billows proud 
Roll in their strength — still send up mist and cloud. 
If the rich rivers thou didst cease to spread — 
If floods no more were from thy bounty fed — 
And the thin brooklet died in its dry bed — 
Where then were mountains — valleys? Where would be 
The world itself? Oh ! thou dost still, great Sea, 
Sustain alone the fresh life of all things. 

Ec/io \chonts of the coUeciivc circles]. From Thee ! from 
Thee ! that fresh life still outsprings. 

Ncreus. Rocked on the waves, the gay procession bends 
Circle in circle — chain in chain extencls. 
Such is the ordered festival. No chance 
Again of greeting smile, or glance encountering glance. 
Back winds the innumerable company ; 
But Galatea's shell-throne still I see, 
AVhere through the crowd it glitters like a star, 
The Loved, 'mong thousands, still is seen afar — 
And seen, however far, shines bright and clear : 
Is no illusion — still is true — is near, 

Honnin. In the calm moisture all cn which my light 
Cast its strong beam is exquisitely fair. 

Pro. Life's moisture 'tis that makes the lamplet bright. 
And 'twill chime proudly in Life's ambient air. 

Nereus. What are we next to see ? A something shines 
Far, far away among the seaward lines : 
Round Galatea's feet Flames pant and play — 
Now in strong blaze, now languishing away — 
As if the throbbings were the throbbings of 
The wildly agitated pulse of Love. 


FA L/STi'S. 

Tha. It is HoMUNCULUs. It must be he. 
Proteus, no doubt, has tempted him to sea. 
This comes of his ambition ; and the end 
I venture — 'tis no hard task — to portend : 
Already do I hear his anguished moan — 
He'll dash himself against the sparkling throne. 
Aye — as I said — there goes he — spilled about — 
Flame flashing thick and fast — all gushing out ! 

Sirens. What fiery wonder spreading o'er the sea 
Clothes it with such surpassing brilliancy ? 
Billows on billows dash with lightning flash. 
Bodies, that through the ocean meve to-night, 
Move ringed with fire, and in a path of light. 
Everywhere fire ! Hail, Eros ! hail ! With thee 
The world began : oh ! still its ruler be ! 

Hail ! O Sea ! All hail, ye bright 
Billows fringed with holy light ! 
Fire, all hail ! Hail, Ocean range ! 
Hail ! all hail ! Adventure strange ! 

All. Air, with all thy breezy waves. 
Hail ! Hail, Earth's mysterious caves ! 
Honour now and evermore 
To the Elemental Four. 


Scene, before the Palace of Menelaus at Sparta. 

Enter Helena ivith a Chorus of captive Trojan 10 omen. 
Panthalis, Chorus- leader. 

Helena. I, whom men looked upon with love and wonder, 
And whom men so reviled — I, Helena, 


[act III. 

Come from the shore where we but now liave landed, 
Still giddy with the swinging of the waves 
That on their high and bristly backs have, through Posei- 
don's favour 

And the wings of tlie strong East wind, home from the 

Phrygian plain, 
To the land of our fathers borne us — to our own native 

bay. ^ 

Glad of his safe return, on the strand, King Menelaus 
Rests yonder, with the bravest and best of his v/arriors 

And hast thou not a welcome home for thy mistress, 
High House, that my father Tyndarus, near the slope, 
Built for himself when he from Pallas hill returned, 
And, while in sister love I played with Clytemnestra, 
With Castor here, and Pollux, in the growing days of 

So gloriously adorned above all homes of Sparta? 

And hail I all hail ! wings of the brazen gate : 

Ye that were thrown wide open to all guests ! 

Never with more inviting hospitality 

Than when King Menelaus came a bridegroom — 

The one, the chosen one of many princes. 

How he shone before my eyes in that early happy time I 

Fly open swiftly, wings of the brazen gate ! 

That the king's mandate, which admits not of 

Delay, I, as beseems his wife, may now fulfil. 

Fly open to receive me ! but shut out 

The strange disastrous destiny that still 

Storms round me. Since the day I left this place — 

Without one grief, without one care to seek 

Cythera's temple, in obedience to 

High duties; but the robber there, the Phrygian 




Seized me — have many things occurred that men 
Love to spread far and wide ; he, of whom such are told, 
But little loves to hear the still-increasing rumour. 
Where his own acts he fmds spun to a tale of wonder. 

Chor. Disdain not, glorious lady, 
The honour that accompanies *mong men 
This thy possession of the highest good. 
To thee, alone, of all — to thee alone 
This highest favour of the gods was given ; 
The fame of Beauty — fame above all others. 

Before the hero moves the hero's name 
And onward doth he march in pride ; 
Yet he, the warrior — he, who to no other 
Would bend the neck, in spirit bows him down 
Before the Beautiful, the all-subduing ! 

Hel. No more ! I have sailed hither with my husband. 
And now by him am to his city sent on ; 
But what thought he may have in heart, I guess not. 
Come I a wife ? Come I, indeed a queen ? 
Come I a victim, destined to atone 
The prince's pangs, the people's sufferings, 
So long endured ? And am I hither brought 
For sacrifice ? Or, by the event of war 
Won, am I but a prisoner ? I divine not. 
A fame and fate ambiguous the Immortals 
Have doomed for me, unenviable attendants 
Of Beauty, ever with me — aye, for ever ; 
Even here — upon this threshold — here beside me 
Gloomily stands the evil-boding presence. 
Ere yet we left the hollow ship but seldom did my 

Look on me, and he spake no cheery word. 
Opposite me he sate, and seemed the while 
Gloomily meditating something evil ; 



[act II 

But scarcely had the beaks of the first ships, 

Within the curving shore of the Eurotas 

Steered safely, greeted land, when thus spake he — 

Seemed it that with his voice the inspiring God 

Spake : — *' Here, my warriors, each in his due order 

Move, disembarking : I will muster them. 

Rank after rank, drawn up on the sea strand. 

But go thou on ! Go up along the bank 

Of the holy river, where Eurotas flows 

Through his fertile valley. Turn thy swift steeds up 

Over the emerald depths of the moist meadow, 

Till thou hast reached the high plain and the buildings 

Of Lacedaemon, late a rich wide field 

Hemmed in by solitary hills severe. 

Enter the palace there high turreted ; 

Gather the maids, whom I left there at parting, 

Together ; and the sage old stewardess. 

Let her show thee the rich collected treasures, 

Thy father's gathering, and those, too, that I, 

In peace and war ever increasing them, 

Have piled together. All in order due 

Wilt thou find standing — for it is the right 

Undoubted of the prince, that, to his home returning, 

He finds all things in their place as he hath left them : 

For of himself the slave hath power to alter nothing." 

CJwr. "With the rich treasures now, that, day by day, 
And year by year, have added to — oh feast 
Thine eyes and breast. 

The Chainlet's graceful charm, 
The Diadem that the high brow adorns, 
There are they resting proud — they deemed themselves 
Even in themselves a something. 

Step thou on 
Into the treasure chamber. Challenge them ! 
Up start they. They in pride 
Array them for the battle. 




Tis a delight to me to see the contest — 
Beauty 'gainst gold and pearls and gems of price. 

IJel. wSo spake my lord — this farther mandate followed 
When thou hast seen through all things in their order, 
Then take as many tripods as thou deemest 
Needful — as many vessels as the priest 
Requires when perfecting the holy rite — 
Caldrons and bowls and flat round altar-plates — 
The purest water, from the holy fount, 
Be in high pitchers ; — a short space apart 
Have dry wood ready, quick to catch the flame ; — 
And let not a well-sharpened knife be wanting ! 
All else I leave it to thy sole concern." 
So spake he, urging me to part ; but nothing 
Of living breath doth the orderer of the rite 
Designate to be slain in dedication 
Of solemn sacrifice to the Olympians. 
I know not what to think — and — think I will not — 
My present duty is now my sole concern. 
Let all be as the high Gods order it, 
Who what they have decreed accomplish ever : 
!Men may esteem it good — men may esteem it 
Evil — but good or evil man must bear. 
Often ere now the sacrificing priest 
Hath raised the heavy axe, devoting it 
To the neck of the beast bent down to earth ; 
And the blow could not perfect, for there came 
Preventing foe, or intervening god. 

Chor. What is to be thou never canst think out. 
Oh ! queen, with cheery spirit move thou on ! 
To mortals Good and Evil 
Will unexpected come. 
Even if predicted, we do not believe. 
Troy was on fire already ; we, already 
Saw death before our eyes — a dea-th of shame — 
And yet are we not here, 



[act III. 

Assuciatcd with thcc, 

Thy joyous hand-maidens ? 

And yet we see the dazzHng sun of heaven ; 

We see the brightest glory of the earth, 

Thee, gracious lady ! Happy ! happy we ! 

Hel. Be what may be ! Me doth it now beseem, 
Whate'er may interpose of evil or of good, 
To ascend at once and move into the palace — 
The royal house that many a year unseen. 
Longed for, deemed lost for ever, here stands out 
Before my eyes, I know not how. My feet 
Bear me not now with the same cheery bound 
Up the high steps o'er which I sprang in childhood. 

Chor. Cast, oh, my sisters, mournful captives, cast 
All mourning far away I 
Rejoice we in the fortune of our mistress ! 
Rejoice we in the joy of Helena ! 
Who to the hearth of her ancestral home 
Returning late, but with a foot more firm 
Even for that late return. 
Approaches in her joy. 

Praise ye the holy ones. 
The joyous, who bring back in happiness 
Exiles to their own homestead. Praise the gods, 
The holy ones I the glad home-bringing gods ! 

The freed one, he whose fetters are unbound, 
Over the roughest flies as if with wings ; 
While the pale captive, with vain longings filled. 
Stretching his arms beyond the battlement. 
Within his prison pines. 

But Her in a far-off land a god did seize. 

And, back from Ilion's ruins. 

And hither to the old ancestral house. 




Hath borne and brought, after long joys and sorrows, 
Sorrow and joy unspeakable, 
To live her youth again. 

Faftth. [as Chorus- leader]. Leave now the joy-surrounded 
path of song. 

Look towards the portal's wings. What see I there, 

Sisters? Is't not the queen returning hither, 

Hurrying with eager agitated steps ? 

What is it, mighty queen, what can it be, 

In the halls of thine own house, instead of the greeting 

Of thine own, hath come to wound and shatter thee thus ? 

Thou dost not, canst not hide it. On thy brow 

Is undisguised abhorrence — noble anger — 

That with surprise is struggling unsubdued. 

HeL Jove's daughter common fear doth not beseem. 
Light terrors pass her by, and touch her not. 
But a horror, from the bosom of old Night 
And primal Chaos, rising many-shaped, 
Like lurid clouds from the fire-caverned mountain 
Up-whirling, shatters even the hero's breast. 
The Stygian powers to-day so gloomily 
Have marked my entrance to the palace, that 
Even from the old, familiar, often-trod, 
Long-wished-for threshold, I almost desire 
To part for ever, as though I were but 
A chance guest — as though this were not my home. 
I have shrunk back from them thus far. I am now 
In the light ; and farther, Powers, whate'er you be, 
Ye shall not drive me. I will think upon 
Some ritual form, that, purified, the hearth 
Glowing may greet the Lady as the Lord ! 

Chorus-leader. Oh, noble lady ! make known to thy 

Devotedly who love thee, what hath happened. 
Hel. What I saw, ye with your own eyes shall see, 


[act hi. 

If ancient Night belike liave not drunk back again 

Instantly the dire shape, her own foul work. 

Into her bosom's monster-teeming depths. 

Yet it is meet I tell it you in words. 

As I paced the gloom of the inner court of the palace 

With staid religious steps, in my thoughts weighing 

That which concerned me first, I felt amazement 

At the strange silence and the emptiness 

Of the passages. No sound of rapid step 

Came to my ear — no stir of busy haste 

Meeting my eye — and no attendant maid 

Came forward as of old — no stewardess — 

Such as were wont to welcome every stranger. 

But as I reached the bosom of the hearth, 

There saw I cowering o'er the last faint heat 

Of embers dying, muffled up. the strange 

Shape of what seemed a woman. Gaunt was she, 

And huge. She was not, so it seemed, asleep ; 

But rather was as one lost in her own deep thoughts. 

I, as her mistress, called her up to work. 

Believing that she was the stewardess 

My husband's foresight had, when he left home. 

Placed here. Still muffled doth she sit and stirs not 

I chide her. Then, at length, uprears she her right arm, 

As though from hearth and hall to motion me away. 

I turn in wrath from her, and hast(;n on 

Toward the high steps leading where the Thalamos 

Rises adorned, and the near Treasure-room. 

Swift from the ground upstarts that marvellous shape — 

Straight in my way, with gesture of command, 

Stands — shows itself in its full meagre vastness, 

With hollow troubled eyeballs, blood-begrimed. 

Dire spectre, eye and mind alike distracting ! 

I speak but to the winds. Words, all in vain, 

Seek to build up and to embody shapes. 

But see her ! — and she ventures to the light 1 — 

ACT in.] 



Here, till our lord and king returns, we rule. 
Such drear abortions, Phcebus, friend of Beauty, 
Drives to their night-caves down, or he subdues. 

[Phorcyas steps out on the threshold between the door- 

Chor. Much have I lived through, much have I suffered, 
Though the ringlet still youthfnlly rolls round my temples ; 
Much have I seen, and have suffered of sorrow, 
Affliction of war — that last sad night of Ilion, 
When it fell. 

Through the cloud and the whirl, and the dust and the 

And the loud din of warriors crushing down warriors. 

Over all heard I the gods shouting fearfully — 

Heard I the brassy-tongued accents of Eris 

From the battle-field sound, as move on the Immortals, 

Nearer each moment, and evermore nearer 

To the walls of the city devoted to ruin. 

They yet were standing, the proud walls were standing, 

Of Ilion ; but red flames already were running 

Hither and thither, from roof-tree to roof-tree, 

Ever extending ; and ever the sound of 

The restless flames rolling seemed as of tempest, 

In the gloom of black night, breaking over the city. 

And as I fled, I saw through mist and fire, 

And light of flames that started up in tongues, 

The approach of gods. All in their ^^Tath they moved — 

Shapes wondrous — onward striding — giant forms 

Seen through the deepening gloom of fire-illumined vapour. 

Saw I them ? Or did the anguish of my spirit 
Shape the wild phantomry ? This never can I say ; 
But that I now with my body's eyes behold 




The frightful shape before me I know well. 
With my hands I could grasp it, did not P>ar, 
Did not Horror hold me back. 

Tell me ! tell me ! 

Which art thou of Phorcys' daughters? 

For of that kin and kind no doubt thou art, 

One of the dames belike born witli grey hairs — 

With one eye and one tooth, 

AVhich they in turns employ : 

One of the Graia; showing thy face here. 

Dost venture — horror that thou art — dost venture 

Into the presence of Beauty ? Dost venture 

To show thyself here to the piercing eye 

Of Phoebus ? But come on — yes ! come on boldly — 

For He doth never look upon the Hideous : 

His holy eye hath never yet seen shadow. 

But we ! alas ! — mortals ! but we must bear 

— Compelled by our unhappy fate — 

The anguish of such sight, 

The misery unspeakable, 

This loathsome offal, this unblessed thing, 

Wakes up in hearts that feel the love of beauty. 

But hear thou — as, in wanton insolence. 
Thou wilt encounter us— hear thou our curse ! 
Hear imprecation ! hear abuse, abhorrence. 
And tlireats, and words of loathing from the lips 
Of the beautiful — the happy — from the lips 
Of us, whom gods have formed ! 

F/ior. Old is the word, but high and true its import, 
That Modesty and Beauty never hand in hand 
Together walk o\ er the earth's green path. 




Deep in the hearts of both inveterate hate 

Dwells rooted, so that whensoe'er they meet 

Each turns her back upon her adversary — 

Each moves on faster. Modesty with downcast 

Heart, Beauty waxing bold and insolent. 

Till Orcus' hollow night at last hath caught her — 

If long ere that Age hath not tamed her down. 

But you, ye haughty wantons — refuse of foreign lands — 

To me ye seem a cloud of clamorous cranes, 

From overhead that send down their shrill croak. 

The traveller, unconcerned, upon his walk 

Hears and looks up ; but they pursue their way — 

He his — and thus it is with you and me. 

Who are ye, then, that thus ye dare rave round 
The palace, Maenad-like, as though ye were 
Drunk? Who, then, are ye, that ye howl against 
The stewardess, as crowds of dogs the moon ? 
Think ye I know you not and of what kind 
Ye are ? — ye war-begotten, battle-nursed, young fry 
— Lascivious brood, seducers and seduced — • 
Enervating alike the warrior's 

And the burgher's strength. See there, the swarm of you 

Seems to me like a locust-cloud's descent, 

Covering the harvest-field in its green promise. 

Ye wasters of the industry of others. 

Whose luxury ruins the hard-earning man — 

Captives of war — bought, sold, and bought again — 

Ware, worse than worthless, auctioned off, flung away. 

Hel. Who, in the lady's presence, chides her maidens, 
O'ersteps the clear rights of domestic life. 
It only for the mistress is to give 
Reward of praise ; and hers it is to punish. 
I with the duteous service was pleased well 
Which they to me rendered when the proud strength 
Of Ilion was besieged, and fell, and sank. 




[act hi. 

Nor less when came the wretched wandering time 
Of our voyaging — a time, when each on self thinks only. 
A cheerful group ! — here, too, will serve me cheerfully. 
" Not what the slave," we ask ; " but how he serves." 
Be silent, then, nor snarl thou thus at them. 
Hast hitherto kept duly the king's house, 
Supplying the mistress's place? Be that thy praise ! 
The Mistress now is here. Step thou then back, 
Lest chastisement, not praise, be thy just meed. 

Phor. The inmates and dependants of a house 
To menace is no unimportant right ; 
And the heaven-favoured ruler's noble consort 
By many a year of prudent conduct earns it. 
Therefore, as undisputed thou dost tread 
Again our queen and mistress the old ground — 
Seize on the long-abandoned reins of empire. 
Possess thou the king's treasure, and us, too, 
As yours, — and me, in my old age. protect 
From this young fry, that near thee, swan of beauty. 
Seem coarsely-feathered, clattering cackUng geese. 

Chorus-leader. How hideous in the neighbourhood of 

More than deformed doth seem Deformity. 

Fhor. How more than foolish, seen near Wisdom and 
Prudent Discretion, Foolishness appears. 

[77/6' Chorus repl)\ each jncmber of the Chorus 
singly sieppitig forward as she speaks. 
Choritid First. Tell of thy father Erebus ; tell of thy 
mother Night. 

Phor. Tell thou of Scylla — speak of thy sister blood- 
hound whelp, 

CJioritid Second. From the same root with thee sprung 

many a monster, 
Phor. Away to Orcus — there thy kinsfolk search out. 
Choritid Third. All wlio dwell yonder are too young for 





Fhor. Away with thee — go, court there old Tiresias. 
Choritid Fourth. Orion's nurse was thy great-grand- 

FJior. Harpies, in filth, did feed and fatten thee. 
Choritid Fifth. How wert thou fed, to have preserved 

such leanness ? 
Fhor. 'Twas not with Blood, for which thou dost so 


Choritid Sixth. For Corpses thou dost hunger — foul corpse 

Fhor. A Vampire tooth glares from thy insolent jaws. 
Leader of Chorus. Thine will I close, by telling who thou 

Fhor. Name but thyself, then were the riddle read. 

Flel. Not angry, but in grief, step I between you, 
Forbidding this wild tempest of conflicting words : 
For to the ruler nothing can occur 
Worse, or attended with more disrepute. 
Than hatred growing up among his faithful servants. 
The echo of his mandates now no longer 
Returns in harmony of instant act 
Responsive ; but, self-willed, reels here and there. 
Perplexed, he knows not what to make of it ; 
Chides every one and everything in vain. 
Not this alone \ but your unmannered bickering 
Hath called up shapes unhallowed — fearful imagery — 
That still are pressing round me, till I am 
Myself, despite of this paternal land, torn down, 
As 'twere, from it to Orcus. Is it Memor)', 
Or Fancy is it, that thus seizes me ? 
Was I all that? Am I it ? Am I yet 
To be it ? Dreadful dream ! Dream is it ? — dream ! 
Am I then — I — the fearful fatal form, 
The horror, that hath desolated cities ? 
The maidens shudder. Thou, whose age hath calmed thee 

F 2 



[act III. 

Alone art self-possessed. Speak thou ! say how things 

P/ior. Who thinks on years of unmixed happiness, 
To him, at last, the gods' best gifts seem dreams. 
Favoured beyond all bounds ! above all measure ! 
Thou, in the flow of years, sawcst none but lovers — 
Bold men, whose burning passions stopped at nothing. 
There was Theseus ! He was first — he lost no time — 
A greedy wooer — he snapped thee up, a young thing : 
He, strong as Hercules — a princely well-built man. 

Hel. He bore me off — a slender ten-years' roe — to Attica. 
There the fortress of Aphidnus safely walled me round. 

F/wr. Castor and Pollux freed you, and you were then 

By a whole army of illustrious worthies. 

HcL Yet, will I own, of all those chiefs, Patroclus, 
Pelides' image, won my silent favour. 

FIi07'. Yet tliee thy father's prudent choice gave to King 

Both robber on the seas was he, and his own home's bold 

He/. To him he gave his daughter, and to him he gave 

his kingdom ; 
And from our union sprang Hermione. 

PJwr. King Menelaus warred far off at Crete. To thee, 

left lonely. 

An all too lovely guest made his appearance. 

Hel. Why call back now that sad half-widowhood ? 
What dread misfortunes have grown out of it ! 

P/io?'. To me that voyage, too, a free-born Cretan, 

Weary captivity — long servitude. 

He/. He placed thee here as stewardess of the palace. 
Confiding to thy care household and hard-won treasure. 

F/ior. All which you left for II ion's tower-girt city. 
And love's own raptures inexhaustible. 




Ud. Speak not of raptures ! Woe it was unending, 
Evermore showered down on my breast and head. 

Fhor^ Yet, say they, you appeared a twofold image — 
In Ilion seen, and seen, at the same time, in Egypt. 

Hel. Oh, make not wholly mad this desolate madness. 
Even now what I now am I do not know. 

Fhor. They say from the void realm of shades, Achilles, 
Burning in deathless love, did make thee his — 
He who erewhile had loved — but Fate denied. 

Hel. An eidol witli an eidol I was wedded : 
A shadowy phantom he, a gleamy apparition. 
It was a dream — only a dream — and so the very words 

I faint — 1 fall away from life — am fading into phantom. 

\^Sinks into the arms of the Semi chorus. 

Clior. Silence thee ! Silence thee ! 
Evil-eyed, evil-tongued ! 

Oh ! — the savage lips, from which their one tooth glares ! 
Oh ! the foul breath from that abominable gulf! 

Malignity, acting benevolence — 

The fierce wolf under the sheep's woolly fleece — 

To me is more fearful by far 

Than the jaws of the three-headed hound. 

We stand in dread expectancy 

Of when — how — where — the rabid fury, that lurks 

In act to spring upon us, will leap forth? 

Now, instead of kindly word, 

Bringing balm of consolation, 

Lethe's sweet dews of oblivion, 

Thou dost, from the whole hoarded records of 

The times gone by, stir only evil up, 

Darkening at once the brightness of the present 

And the mild glimmering hope-light of the future. 



[act III. 

Be silent ! Be silent ! 
That the soul of the queen, 
Ready to fly, 

May yet remain — may yet not cease to hold 
That form of forms — the loveliest that the sun 
Of earth hath ever seen. 

[Helena recovers and resumes her place in the viidst. 

Phor. From the flying clouds, oh ! step forth, lofty sun of 
this bright day. 
Thee, even veiled, we saw with rapture. Dazzling splendour 
now is thine ! 

Joyous earth smiles out to meet thee, and thy smile is over 

Me they rail against as hideous, yet I know the beautiful. 
Hel. Fainting, step I from the blank void — from the 

whirl that round me pressed. 
I am weak, and sick, and weary — would sink back into 


Yet to queens — yet to all living — it is a beseeming thing 
With calm heart to meet the future — with calm heart whate'er 
may be. 

Phor. Now you stand in your full greatness — in your 
beauty you stand there. 
In your glance I read a mandate. Speak the mandate, lady, 

speak ! 

Hel. The delay, that your bold quarrel caused me, hasten 
to repair. 

Haste the sacrifice to perfect, as the king directed me. 

Phor. All's within — all's ready:, dishes — tripod — keen 
axe, sharpened well — 
Water for lustration — incense. Designate the victim thou. 

Hel. It the king hath not appointed. 

Phor. Told thee not ? Oh I sad, sad word ' 

Hd. What's the sadness that comes o'er thee? 

Phor. Queen, 'tis thou — 'tis thou art meant. 




Ilel. I? 

Phor. And these 

C/wr. Oh woe ! Oh sorrow ! 

P/io?'. Thou wilt fall beneath the axe. 

IleL Fearful, yet I felt it would be ! 

F/ior. Unavoidable it seems. 

C/io?: Ah ! and we ! What is to happen ? 

F/ior. She will die a noble deatli ; 

But within there, on the high beam that supports the gable- 

Like the thrushes in a bird-snare, you in a long row will 

[Helena ojid Chorus stand astonished and terrified 
in expressive well-arranged groiips. 
Phor. Phantoms ! forms numbed to very stone by 

Aghast at the thought of parting from the daylight ! 

Yet in the day you have no natural right. 

'Tis the same case with men — they, too^ are phantoms 

Little love they to quit the holy sunlight. 

Yet the end comes no force or prayer can stay : 

All know it — few contemplate it with pleasure. 

Enough — all's over with you. 

Quick to work I 
\Claps her hands ^ on this appear at the door masked 
dwarf figures, who actively perform everything as 
she directs. 

Hither, swarth goblinry — squab, sooty scrubs — 

Roll yourselves round ! Here's the work that you love^ 

Misery and mischief to your hearts' content. 

Trundle the altar out with the golden horns — 

Over the silver rim let shine the hatchet. 

Fill the water-crocks, to wash away the soil 

Of the black polluting blood. Spread o'er the dusf 

The splendid carpet, that the victim may 

Kneel down in royal wise : then wrapt in it — 



[act III. 

The head, no doubt, dipped off— be, as beseemi. 
Her rank, borne gracefully to honoured burial. 

Leader of Chorus. Apart the Qticen stands, thinking, as 
'twould seem. 
The maidens, like the mown grass of the meadow, 

\To Phorcvas]. It would seem my sacred duty, then, 
As far the eldest here, to have a word with thee. 
Whose birth I deem coeval with the world. 
You arc experienced — wise, and seem to us 
Benevolently disposed, although this giddy, 
Unthinking, petulant group have scoffed at you. 
Tell what you know of any possible rescue. 

PJior. 'Tis easily told. It on the Queen alone 
Depends to save herself and you, her people. 
She must decide — must decide instantly. 

Char. Worthiest of the Parcre sisters — of the Sibyls 
wisest ihou — 

Hold in sheath the golden scissors — tell us, tell of life and 
daylight ; 

For we feel already waving — dangling — swinging, back and 

Joylessly, the little limbs, that, in the dance, with cheerful 

Love to play, and then to rest them softly on a lover's 

HeL They I Let them quail and tremble : Pain I suffer, 
not terror : 

Vet, if you know of rescue, with tlianks be it received. 
To the sagacious, who. far on, and wide 
Around them, look, the Impossible shows itself 
Possible. Speak on. Tell us what you know ? 

Clior. Speak and tell— and tell us quickly— how we may 
escape the savage 
Odious noose, that we feel threatening, like a most unwel- 
come necklace, 




To wind round our throats. We feel it — wreiclied victims — 

clinging, clasping, 
Choking utterance, nay, life-breath— if thou dost not, Parent 


Tliou, most venerable mother of all gods, have mercy on us. 

F/ior. Have ye patience, then, to listen in silence to 
The details of my plan ? There are long stories to tell. 

C/ior. Patience enough — for while we listen we live. 

Fhor. To him who tarrying at home guards well a noble 

And saves by daily care the walls of his house from decay, 

Secures the roof against the pressure of rain. 

To him will it go well through the long days of his life ; 

P)Ut who o'er-strides lightly the holy bounds 

Of his threshold with a rash and hasty foot. 

On his return, perhaps, finds the old place — 

But everything there changed, if not destroyed. 

Hel. Wherefore these out-worn proverbs? What thou 
wouldest tell, 
Tell on. Stir not up matter that offends. 

Fhor. 'Tis part of my tale — true history — no offence. 
His pirate barque did Menelaus steer 
From bay to bay. The main shore and the islands 
He ravaged, and swept off all he could plunder, 
Returning with the spoils you have seen there piled within. 
Ten weary years he wore out before I lion ; 
In the voyage home how many more I know not 
Plow stands it here, meanwhile, with the high house 
Of Tyndarus ? How stands it with the realm around ? 

Hel. Are foul words, then, so wound into your nature 
That you cannot move your lips without abuse ? 

F/io?'. For years neglected stood the valley-ridge 
That north of Sparta rears its terraces. 
Backed by Taygetus. There doth the Eurotas 
Roll down a merry brook — thence through our glen, 
Flows widening among reeds, and rears your swans. 



[act III. 

There, unobserved, in that same mountain valley 
Nestled a bold race. From Cimmerian night 
Forth pressing, they have built them up a fastness — 
A hold impregnable — whence they descend 
To harass land and people as they please. 

Ilel. Could they effect this? It would seem impossible. 

P/ior. They had time enough — perhaps full twenty years. 

He'/. Does one bear rule? Are the robbers many? — a 

F/ior. They are not robbers, and one man does rule. 
I speak no foul words of him, though he did 
Visit me here. He might have taken everything ; 
Hut he was satisfied with a few free gifts. 
Such was the word —he did not call it tribute. 

Hel. What kind of looking man ? 

F/ior. By no means ill. 

He pleases me — a merry fearless man, 
Well built ; has few among the Greeks his equals 
In understanding. We with foul tongues brand 
The people as barbarians, but I fancy 
Not one of them as savage as at Ilion 
Was many a hero feeding on man's flesh. 
His honour I can speak to confidently ; 
I have trusted my own person in his hands. 
And his castle — that you should see with your own eyes — 
'Tis quite another thing than the coarse masonry 
Of the rude walls that your fathers all confusedly 
Together rolled — Cyclopian — aye, like Cyclopses were 

Heaping rough stones on rough stones as they came. 

Far other the structure there, for all with them 

Is fixed by rule and line and measurement. 

Look at it from without — it strives to heaven — 

Straight, well adjusted, smooth as a steel mirror. 

— Climb up that wall? The very thought slides down. 

Within, a far-extending court, and round it 




Buildings of every kind, for every use. 
Pillar, pilaster, archlet, arch arc there ; 
Balconies, galleries looking out and in. 
And scutcheons. 

Chor. What are scutcheons ? 

PJior. Ajax bore in shield 

A coiled Snake — you yourselves remember to have seen it. 
The Seven, too, before Thebes bore figured emblems 
Each on his shield. On one was the Moon and the Stars 
And the Field of the Heavens in the Night. And on 

Was a Goddess. One shield had a Chief with scaling- 

Some had swords, — torches, too; and all with which the 

Of bold besiegers shakes down mighty cities. 

And such devices bear the hero band I speak of ; 
Theirs have, from their original ancestors, 
Come down with all variety of colour. 

There you see lions — eagle's claw and beak — 
Buffalo horns — a wing — roses — a peacock's tail — 
And stripes — gold, black and silver, blue and red. 

These and the like hang in their halls — proud banners, row 
on row — 

In boundless halls, that seem wide as the world. 
There were a place for your Dances ! 

Chor. Are there Dancers there? 

PJwr. The best in the world. Crowds of boys, golden- 

And fresh-complexioned : and they so breathe youth ! 
Paris alone so breathed, when he too near the Queen ' 

Hel. You forget your character. Let us hear 



[act III. 

What you drive at Say the last word ; end your tale at 

Phor. You 'tis that have to say the last word here, and 
end it. 

Say but distinctly Yes/' and I surround you 
With that castle. 

Chor. Uh ! speak, speak the little word. 

And rescue thus thyself and us alike. 

Bel. How ? Can I fear, then, that King Menelaus 
Could so change ? — do such savage injury to me ? 

F/ior. Have you forgotten your Deiphobus, 
The brother of your Paris, slain in battle — 
How the king maimed and mutilated him ? 
— You cannot, sure, forget Deiphobus, 
With whom you did so struggle, an obstinate widow ; 
But the happy man had his own way at last, 
And for it, too, got slit up nose and ears. 
And other gashes horrible to look at. 

Hel. To Him he did it — on My account he did it. 

Fhor. And now, on his account, to you he'll do it. 
Beauty is never held in partnership : 
He, who hath once enjoyed it all his own. 
Sooner destroys than shares it with another. 

Hark ! 'twas the trump "s shrill thrill. How it tears 

Ear-drum, heart, all within us ! Thus does Jealousy 

Fasten her fangs into the breast of the mm 

Who, having once possessed, forgets not ever 

What he hath had — hath lost — and now no more possesses. 

Chor. Hear you not the horn resounding ? See you not 

the flash of weapons ? 
F/ior. ^^'elcome is my king and master : my account I 

fain would render. 
Chor. But — but we 




F/wr. You know all plainly — Her death, here, 

and yours, within . 
There is no help tor it — no — none. 

Hel. I have thought out what I may venture on. 
Thou art a demon of cross purposes — 
This I do feel. I fear that good to evil 
Thou dost invert ; but I will follow thee 
On to the castle. This say I ; but what more 
May come, after this step, and in the Queen's 
Deep heart dwell hidden, unrevealed must it 
To all remain. On ! Old One, lead the way. 

C/io7'. How gladly go we hence, with hastening foot ! 
Behind us Death — before us once again 
Unscaleable walls of a 
Towering fortress. 

Oh ! that the fortress may give shelter such 
As Ilion's tower, that yielded but at last 
To despicable craft. 

{Mists spread around^ hide the background^ and then 
the front scene gradually. 
How ? but how ? 
Sisters, look round ! 
Was it not cheerful daylight ? 
Shreds of vapour waver rising 
Up from Eurotas, from the holy river. 
Already vanished hath the lovely bank ; 
The fringed bank already, with its reeds, 
Hath vanished from the eye. 

And the free Swans— the proud, free, graceful swans, 
That, ghding soft, delightedly swim down 
Together in their joy, 
See I, alas ! no more. 

But yet, but yet, 

Toning hear I them, 

Toning far off — a hoarse tone — 



[act hi. 

Announcing deatu, men say. 

Ah ! that to us it may not also be, 

Instead of promised rescue, 

Augury but of Ruin, 

— To us, to us, the swanlike. 

With white long necks, beautiful as the swan 1 — 

Ruin to Us, and Her, our Queen and Mistress, 

The Daughter of the Swan ! 

Woe : ^^ oe to Us ! Woe ! woe ! 

And the mist still thickens. Round us 
Everything already hidden. 
Now we see not one another. 
What is doing ? — Move we onward ? 
Or do we with light steps hover 
O'er the ground, still unadvancing ? 
— Saw you nothing ? Floats not Hermes 
Yonder? Gleamed there not the waving 
— Gleams it not ? Is it illusion ? — 
Of his golden wand of empire. 
Bidding us back to the joyless 
Gloomy land of Shapes Unbodied, 
O'er-filled, ever-empty Hades. 

Suddenly the Darkness deepens — deepens, though the fog 
hath vanished. 

Darkness as of brown walls round us, that admit no gleam 
of sunshine. 

Walls, indeed, they are, that front us, freedom to the eye 

Court-yard is it ? Deep trench is it ? Be it this or be it th' 

Equally is it a horror. Sisters, we, alas ! are captives ; 
Here as there, and now as ever, 
Destined still to be but captives ! 



The fog has cleared off and the inner Court of the Castle is 
seen, surroiuided ivith rich fantastic buildings of the 
Middle Ages. 

Chorus-leader. Impatient ever and foolisli ! — Type of 

Dependent on the moment-play of the wild winds ! 
Good or ill fortune still incapable 
Of meeting with serenity. 
Still warring are you each with other. One 
Says this, and what she says is straight gainsaid. 
Laughing or wailing, the self-same tone 'tis always, 
— Sorrow or joy. Be silent and attend ye ! 
Listen to what our noble Queen for herself, 
And us — having weighed all in thought — determines. 
Hel. Where art thou, Pythonissa ? Come, be thy name 
what it may, 

Come thou from out the vaults of this dismal castle. 
Or if, perchance, thou art going to tell of ray arrival 
To this wondrous hero-lord, and secure me meet reception, 
Receive my thanks and lead me at once to him. 
I wish my wanderings at an end. Repose is all I long for. 
Chorus-leader. In vain lookest thou, O Queen ! on all 
sides, round thee here. 
Vanished is that foul shape. She hath, perhaps, remained 
Behind in the fog, from the bosom of which hither 
We have, I know not how, come swifdy, without step ; 
Or it may well be that she still is wandering. 
Having lost herself in the labyrinthine windings 
Of this strange castle made of many castles, 
While she seeks the master to announce your coming, 
And to demand for you princely reception. 

But yonder see, above, bustle of preparation ! 
At galleries, at windows, and in portals, 

FAUST us. 

[act III. 

Hither and thither hurrying crowds of servants. 
This speaks a welcome here of gracious courtesy. 
Princely reception as of honoured guest. 

Chor. How my heart flows forth to meet them ; Look ! 
only look 

At the long line of beautiful youths streaming hitherward, 

Timing their leisurely movements to melody. 

Onward, still on, flows the ordered procession. 

Oh, what composure ! what grace ! and what dignity ! 

Youths, but in bloom and in beauty of boyhood. 

Bright apparition! But who hath evoked it? 

Whose is the mandate their ranks are obeying ? 

Whose is the spirit unseen that hath moulded them ? 

With what delight and what wonder I look on them ! 

What is it wins me to love them ? — thus love them ? 

Is it their beauty ? their courteous demeanour ? 

Or the ringlets that roll round the dazzling white forehead ? 

Or the dear little cheeks, with blush red as the peach's. 

And, soft as the peach's, the tender down shading them ? 

Fain would I bite into fruit so delicious ! 

But I shudder and shrink back in fear and in horror, 

Knowing well, that lips pressed to the lips of such charmer, 

Have — dreadful to think of — been choked up with ashes. 

But the fairest 

Lo ! come hither. 

AVhat are they bearing ? 

Steps to the throne. 

Tapestry, seat. 

Hangings and ornaments 

For a pavilion. 

RjoUing above in folds. 

Are formed, as 'twere, garlands of clouds, 

To wave o'er the head of our Queen. 

And now, invited, she already hath 

Ascended the high couch. 




Advance ye slowly, step by step. 

Range yourselves gracefully. 

Worthy, worthy, three times worthy, 

Be such reception cordially received ! 

\AU that the Chorus has iiidicated is gradually done. 
Faustus appears^ after a long t7'aifi of pages 
a?id squires have descended^ on the steps ^ in Court 
dress of the Middle Ages, and comes doiun slowly 
a?id with digjiity. 
Chorus-leader. If the gods have not now, as oft they do, 

To this man lent but for a Httle while 

A form of such exceeding dignity ; 

And if the lofty grace, the aspect, that 

Wins us to love, be not their transient boon, 

All he at any time essays will be 

Successful ; be it in battle-strife with men 

Or in the little war of Love with lovely ladies. 

He is, in truth, to be preferred to many, 

Whom I have seen, the prized ones of the earth. 

With staid, deliberate, respectful step, 

I see the prince advance. Turn thee, O Queen ! 

[Faustus steps forward with a man, I.ynceuS; in 

Faust. Instead of solemn ceremonial greeting. 
Instead of deferential welcoming, 
My bounden service — I bring here to thee 
In chains this faithless serf, who, failing in 
His duty, caused it that I fail in mine. 
\To Lynceus]. Here ! Kneel down. To this noblest lady 

Confession of thy guilt. This ma.n, high Queen, 
Is he, who, gifted with rare power of vision, 
Hath his appointed province to look round 
From the tall tower ; and with sharp eye to range 
Over the heaven-space, over the broad earth ; 
To give report of all that here or yonder 



[act III. 

Shows itself, stirring from the circling hills 
Into the valley or towards the castle ; 
Be it a drove of cattle in long wave, 
Or army in its march. That we secure, 
And this defy. To-day — oh ! what neglect ! 
Vou were approaching, and he tells it not : 
Thus our reception of such honoured guest 
Is all deficient in solemnity. 
His is the guilt — the forfeit is his life. 
Already in the blood of death deserved 
He now should lie ; but thine it is alone 
To punish — to show merc}^ — at thy will. 

Nel. High though the dignity that you concede 
Of Judge and Ruler ; and though it may be 
That, as I much suspect, you do but tempt mc ; 
Yet will I the first duty of the Judge 
Fulfil in hearing the accused. Speak then. 

Ly?i. \ivarder of the i07uer\ 

Let me kneel down ! Gazing on her, 
Let me perish ! let me live I 
— Gift of Gods — Divinest Lady — 
Heart, life, all to her I give. 

Eastward was my glance directed 
Watching for the sun's first rays. 
In the south — oh ! sight of wonder — 
Rose the bright orb's sudden blaze. 

Thither was my eye attracted. 
Vanished bay and mountain height, 
Earth and heaven unseen and all things, 
All but that enchanted light. 

Though mine eye is as the lynx's 
From his tree-top, here its beams 
Failed. I struggled with the darkness 
As when one awakes from dreams. 



Strangely, suddenly, the turrets, 
Towers and barred gates disappear ; 
Mist-wreaths heaving, waving, clearing 
Pass, and leave a Goddess here. 

P^ye and heart I turned toward her, 
Feeding on that gentle light ; 
Beauty, Hers, all-dazzling Beauty, 
Dazzled and entranced me quite. 

I forgot to play the Warder, 
And the trumpet-welcome give. 
Threaten ! — slay not wholly ! Beauty 
Tempers anger, bids me live ! 

Hel. The evil I brought with me I may not punish. 
Woe is me ! How strange a destiny pursues me, 
Everywhere so to fool men's hearts that they 
Respect not their own selves, nor what erewhile was 

Forcing, seducing, warring, violating. 
Demigods, heroes, gods and demons even 
Dragging me here and there about with them. 
A strange wild life of hurrying to and fro, 
I, when I was but one, drove the world mad ; 
'Twas worse, when seen a second apparition ; 
And now a threefold, fourfold self, I bring 
Bewilderment still with me — trouble on trouble. 
Discharge the good man here — let him be free ; 
Blame should not strike him whom a god hath fooled. 

Faust, Entranced with wonder. Queen, I here behold 
The unerring archer, here the stricken quarry ; 
The bow that sped the arrow and the wounded. 
Arrows fly thick on arrows, piercing me ; 
And, glancing crosswise, everywhere, methinks, 
Are whirring feathered round in court and castle. 

i8o FAUSTUS, [act 

Wliat am 1 now ? All in a moment you 
Make rebels of my faithfullest — make my walls 
Unsafe ; and henceforth will my warriors serve 
None but the conquering, unconquered lady. 
AVhat can I, but transfer myself and all 
I fancied mine to thee ? At thy feet let me 
])o homege, free and true to thee, my mistress -- 
Thee to whom, soon as seen, in sovereign right 
All became subject — wealth, possessions, throne 1 

[Lynceus returns, bearing a chest — others follow 
7vith chests. 

Lyn, See me, Queen, returning, see ! 

The wealthy beg a glance from thee : 
He looked on thee, and feels since then 
The poorest and most rich of men. 

How moved I still from triumph on 
To triumph ! Here, enslaved ! undone ! 
Avails not now the sharp eye's aid : 
Back from thy throne it sinks dismayed. 

We from the far East hither prest, 
Pouring our armies o'er the West : 
A mass of peoples, long, broad, vast, 
And the first knew not of the last. 

The first hath fallen. The next his stand 
Made good. The third came spear in hand. 
Each man a hundred's strength suppUed, 
And thousands slain unnoted died. 

In storm we rushed along. Our hordes, 
From place to place, of all were lords. 
Where I to-day held lordly sway. 
To-morrow others seized their prey. 


FA usrus. 


A quick glance o'er our spoils— one laid 
Hard grasp upon the fairest maid, 
One on the steer of firmest tread, 
And all with horses onward sped. 

But I, with glance of boundless range, 
Sought everywhere the rare, the strange. 
What others shared its charm of power 
Lost straightway, like a withered flower. 

And thus for treasures hid from light. 
Led only by my own keen sight, 
Chest, casket, shrine, with searching look 
I pierced, and every secret nook. 

Thus have I gathered heaps of gold, 
And star-like gems of price untold. 
Of all, the Emerald, on thy breast 
Alone is pure enough to rest. 

And waving between lip and ear 
Be the deep sea-bed's oval tear : 
While in faint bhish beside thy cheek 
The Ruby fades, abashed and weak. 

And here I bend in homage meet, 
And lay my tribute at thy feet ; 
To THEE, to THEE my tfcasures yield, 
The crops of many a bloody field. 

Though here be treasure-chests full store, 

Yet have I iron coffers more : 

Let me but in thy orbit be, 

And vaults of wealth I heap for thee. 

Form of all Forms ! Earth saw thee. Power, 
Wealth, Reason, in that glorious hour 

iS2 FAUSTUS. [act III. 

Bowed, and adoring bent ihc knee, 
Type of all loveliness, to Thee ! 

All that with guarding grasp for mine 

I held — flows fast away, is thine ! 

How bright it was — how pure — how high ! 

How dimmed, how pale — when thou art nigli ! 

Thus all, I once possessed, decayed 
Like grass mown down, is left to fade : 
Oh ! with approving glance, once more 
The splendour it has lost restore. 

Faust. \to Lynceus]. Off with your heap of gatherings — 
trophies of 

Deeds desperate and daring — off with them ! 

Hence ! imreproved indeed, but unrewarded. 

Hers is already all that in its heart 

The castle hides. Why special gifts to her, 

Then, offer ? Go ! range treasure upon treasure : 

In imagery sublime set forth the spirit 

Unseen of Grandeur. Let the arched ceilings glow 

As 'twere a second heaven-cope. Paradises 

Of lifeless life prepare. 

Hastening before her steps let flowering carpets 
On carpets roll — let the soft ground swell up 
To meet her foot. To woo and win her glance 
Let Splendour shine from everything around : 
Splendour o'erpowering all eyes but a god's. 
Lyn. Light order ! Easy to obey ! 

Say, rather, pastime 'tis, and play. 
It is not wealth, it is not lands. 
But Love and Life that she commands. 
Before the splendour thus revealed 
Of heavenly Beauty armies yield : 
The warrior's sword is blunt and dull, 


FAUST us. 


Powerless beside the Beautiful : 
And cold and dim, the Sun's own light 
Is darkened in her presence bright. 
How poor are all things to one glance 
Of that divinest countenance ! 

Hel. \io Faustus]. I would speak to you. Come up to 
my side. 

The vacant place demands its Master, and 
Makes mine secure. 

Faust, [/zneels, as doing homage to Helena]. First suffer 
me to kneel ; 
And, noble lady, let my true allegiance 
Please thee ; and suffer me to kiss the hand 
That lifts me to thy side. Support me as 
Regent with thee of thy unmeasured kingdom, 
And to thyself thus win adorer, servant, 
Protector — all in one. 

Hel. Everywhere wonders 

I see and hear, and I have much to ask : 
I would particularly wish to learn 
How that man's speech sounded at once so strange — 
Strange, yet familiar. One tone fits another : 
If a word strikes the ear, another comes 
To fondle and to make love to the first. 

Faust. If the familiar spoken language of 
Our peoples, flowing in these forms, give pleasure. 
Song, satisfying ear and feeling in 
Their inmost depths. Song must be ecstasy. 
Shall WE try to wed the sweet sounds ? Dialogue 
Allures, and draws them out. 

Bcl. And could I speak 

So beautifully ? Can you teach the art ? 

Faust. 'Tis easy. ^Tis but speakijig from the heart. 
The happy still looks round for sympathy. 
Overflowing joy still says 

Hel. Rejoiee ivith 7ne. 

1 84 


[act III 

Faust. Wc tliink not now of future or of past. 
The Present 

Fausi. What can arrest the moment's falling sand, 
And to delight give permanence? 

Chor. Who can blame her — blame our princess — 
If she look witli kindly aspect 
On the lord of this high castle ? 
Here we all to-day are captives — 
She and we alike imprisoned — 
Captives, as too oft we have been, 
Since in ignominious ruin 
Ilion fell. The sad days followed 
Of our wanderings labyrinthine. 
Houseless, homeless, wandering women! 

Women to men's loves accustomed 
Clioosers are not. — They are adepts, 
Though, in all the art of charming ; 
And upon Shepherds, golden-ringleted. 
Or black and bristly Fauns, 
Lavish the moment's smile. 

Near, and more near, our lovers, see ! are sitting : 

Hand in hand they rock them 

Over the sumptuous throne's high-pillowed pride. 

Princely Majesty denies not 
To itself the full revealing 
Of the fond heart's secret raptures, 
With the world around to witness. 


Oh ! that it could aliL'ays last ! 


]\fy ha?id. 

Hel. I feel so far away, and yet so near : 
How fondly do I say, Here 1 happy Here ! 




Faust. I scarce can breathe. I tremble, words are none. 

It is a dream, and Time and Place are gone. 
Flel. What dream comes o'er me of a former day ? 

Methinks I lived and died and passed away. 

And now I live anew, wound up with thee ! 

Him, whom I know not, love confidingly ! 
Fiiust. Oh ! analyse not thy strange destiny : 

Be — if it were but for the moment — Be ! 
FJior. \e)iteriiig hurricdly\ Pretty time to give and get 

Lessons in Love's alphabet. 

Lisping love-songs, analysing 

Feelings, kissing, criticising. 

Feel you not your spirits wither ? 

Hear you not the trumpets' clangour? 

Waves of men are rolling hither. 

Menelaus comes in anger : 

'Tis the husband — the avenger. 

Seize the sword, bind on the armour, 

Guard you from the coming danger. 

Know you not how for this charmer 

Poor Deiphobus was treated ? 

Would you have the scene repeated ? 

Ears and nose sliced off repaid his 

Fond attentions to the ladies. 
Such doom is thine. The light ware from the roof-tree 
Shall dangle. For the Queen a new-edged axe 
Is at the altar ready. 

Faust. Audacious interruption ! In she presses 
Evermore mischievous. Even were there danger, 
I do detest such senseless agitation. 
The comeliest messenger, brings he a tale 
Of evil — it blots all his beauty out 
And makes him hideous. Thou, that art the Hideous 
— All-hideous — absolutely dost delight 
Only in bringing messages of evil. 
But now for once you are out in your reckoning. 

iS6 rAUSTUS. [act III. 

Aye ! shake the air with empty breath ! Here danger 
Is none ; and were tliere danger, danger here 
Itself would be but idle threatening. 

[Signals, explosions from the to^vers^ tnunpcts and 
coniets, martial music. An army marches across 
the stage. 

Faust. Crowding, see tlie ring of heroes, 
How they boune them for the field. 
Would a man win lady's favour, 
Be his breast her fence — her shield I 

\To the leaders, luho detach themselves from their 
columns and advance. 

Witii pent-in, silent rage, s.ire pledge of 
Conquest in the coming hour. 
Of the North the ripening blossoms, 
Of the I^ast the full-formed llower, 

Steel-clad host ! They shattered kingdoms, 
Realm on realm with ruin spread ; 
Hark ! their step — or is it earthquake? 
And tlieir march I — the thunder's tread. 

'Twas at Pyios we first landed • 
And old Nestor — where is he? 
— Vainly did the puny kinglings 
Face the armies of the Free. 

From these walls drive INIenelaus 
— Plunderer ! to roam the sea, 
Rove and rob — the lurking pirate's 
Life his choice and destiny ! — 

])uKi:s— I greet you with the title 
\\\ command of Sparta's Queen — 
Lay at Her feet vale and mountain. 
Yours the empire you thus win. 




German ! guard the bays of Corinth, 
Fence and rampart round it be ! 
With its hundred vales Achaia 
Goth ! do I confide to thee ! 

Hosts of France, advance to Elis ! 
In Messene, Saxon, reign ! 
Norman ! sweep the seas triumphant, 
ArgoHs bring back again ! 

In his happy home each dwelling 
Shall his strength abroad make known. 
Over all be Sparta mistress, 
Our fair Queen's time-honoured throne ! 

And she sees them, while enjoying, 
Each and all, this glorious land, 
At her feet seek Light and Wisdom, 
Rightful title to command. 

[Faustus descends. The princes close round him in a 
narroiu circle to hear his com?najids afid directions. 

Chor. Who would hold in his possession 
The most beautiful of women. 
Round him, let him, first of all things, 
Look for the support of weapons. 
Fond words may have won her to him, 
Won the highest of earth's treasures. 
Unassailed he cannot hold her : 
Flatterers artfully wile her away from him — 
Spoilers daringly tear her away from him — 
This to guard against, he must think well on it. 

Our prince for this I praise, 

— Esteem him wise o'er others — 

That, brave and prudent, he with him hatli leagued 


FAUST us. 

[act III. 

Forces ; that stroiu{ men, obedient, 

Watch every glance of his that speaks his will, 

Loyally obey his mandates, 

Find their own gain in such fealty ; 

Have thus from the liege lord reward and thanks, 

And lord and vassal, both, win the high meed of fame. 

Who now can tear away the Beautiful 

From the well-armed and powerful possessor? 

His is she. Who but must rejoice, 

That she is his? and most must we rejoice, 

Whom he with her protects ; proud walls securing 

Perfect defence within, 

A mighty army our sure shield without. 

Faust. The gifts that we on these bestow, 
Each man's feof an ample land, 
Are great and lordly. — But enow ! 
Midst of all take we our stand ! 

Home, round which the waves leap joyous. 
Island-home ! though hill-chains light 
The last mountain branch of Europe 
With thy placid shore unite. 

Rival nations all shall shield thee. 
Land above all lands of earth ! 
For my Queen the land is conquered, 
That first smiled upon her birth. 

While Eurotas' reeds were rustling, 
She, whom wide earth worships, first 
— Dazzling sisters I mother ! brothers I — 
From the shell all-radiant burst. 

Lo ! the land its bright flowers ofiers ! 
Thee it welcomes, thee doth call. 
Though all earth be thine, fair lady, 
Love thy own land best of all ! 



What, though the sunbeams bright Hke arrows keen 
And cold pierce mountain ridge and jagged peaks, 
Let 'inong the rocks glance any speck of green, 
And the goat gnawing there its scant meal seeks. 

Springs leap aloft. In concert down rush rills, 
And green are meadows, vales, declivities. 
The glad eye, ranging o'er a hundred hills, 
Sheep-flocks spread far and wide unnumbered sees. 

Cautious, apart, measuring each footstep grave, 
Kine tread the brink, yet danger none ; for all 
Is ample shelter : vault is here, and cave. 
The ready refuge of the mountain wall. 

Pan shields them yonder. Nymphs of Life are dwelling 
'Mong bushy clefts, where moist fresh spots you see. 
With instincts, as of higher regions telling. 
Strives branch-like up tree crowded close on tree. 

Old woods ! The Oak majestic there plants foot : 
Bough jags to bough — self-willed, athwart, awry. 
Fed with sweet dews, serene the Maple-shoot 
Sports with her burthen as she seeks the sky. 

In shady nooks, from founts maternal, here 
Warm milk for little child and lamb flows free ; 
And fruit, the valley's ready food, is near. 
And honey dropping from the hollow tree. 

Here " to be happy " is the right of birth — 
The sparkling cheek and lip man's proper wealth. 
Each in his sphere is as a god on earth. 
And everywhere is calm of heart and health. 

How in this pure air doth the flower unfold 
Of human life ! and the glad child attain 


[act III. 

His father's strength ! in wonder \vc behoUl, 

And "arc they gods?" we ask, "or are they men ?" 

A shepherd's form and face Apollo wore, 

And liunian sheplierds secniod of heavenly race, 

Wiiere Nature is true Nature, evermore 

Such likeness is. Rich world doth all embrace. 

[Sifs i/o7i'fi bfsUe Helena. 

Siirh gain is mine and tliine. The past bo thrown 
lichind us ! Feel, that thou the true child art 
Of the highest Jove — of that first world, alone, 
'Mong all that now on earth are, rightt'ul jxiit. 

Thcc shall no fastness chain with jealous mouml. 
Internal in its youth- exulting — free" — 
Still close to Sparta winds the enchanted ground. 
Wooing our stay, of blissful Arcady. 

1 lappy land ! that thou hast tied to. 
Won to cheeriest destiny ; 
bowers for thrones, and our free spirits 
JUithe as gales of Arcady ' 

The sctfte changes quite. Secret Innvers resting on a range of 
caverned rochsy s//at(y grores extending to the rocks. 
Faustus ami Helena are not seen. The Chorus /.r 
scattered < 7 A >/// — as/ee/*. 


T/.'i'r. Wow Ion;; the maidens ha\c been asleep 1 know 

If they have been seeing everMliing in dreams. 
That 1 saw bright anil clear before my waking eyes, 
1 know not ; and 1 wish to know ; and therefore will I 
rouse them. 



The young things will be all astonishment : 
— And ye, too, Bearded Men, who tarry yonder 
On the audience-seats, in the earnest hope of seeing 
Something to make the marvellous credible. 

Up, up, girls ! be awake ! — be alive ! Shake your bright 

Shake sleep from your eyes— blink not, but listen to me. 

Chor. Do but speak, and tell us, tell us what of marvel- 
lous hath happened. 
Dearly we do love to listen to the legends v/e believe not. 
On these walls to gaze for ever is a sad thing — we are weary. 
Phor. Children, are ye so soon weary — sleep scarce 
rubbed off from your eyes — 
Listen. In these caves, these grottoes — in these bowers 

were shade and shelter 
Given, as to Idyllic lovers, to my lord and to my lady. 
Chor. What ? within there ? 

Phor. All secluded lived they from 

the world around them. 
Me, and me alone, they trusted. In their service confidential 
Mine was the high place of honour; but, as is you know 


One so placed, I still looked round me, everywhere but 

towards the lovers : 
Looked for herbs of sovereign virtue — sought on barks of 

trees rare mosses — 
Showed deep skill in herbs and simples. They were all 

alone together. 
Chor. You would have us think, within there that whole 

v/orlds of space were spreading — 
Wood and meadows, lakes and brooklets. What a fable 'tis 

you weave. 

Phor. Inexperienced ! ye may doubt ; but here are un- 
explored recesses. 

192 FAUSTUS. [act hi. 

Halls on halls and courts unnumbered in my musings I 
discovered : 

Suddenly a burst of laughter from the hollow cave comes 

I look in. A boy is leaping, from the bosom of the 

To the Husband — from the Father, to the Mother. And 

the kissing, 

And the kissing, and the toying — foolish love s fond playful- 
nesses — 

Shout of mirth, and shriek of pleasure, in their quick suc- 
cession stun me. 

Happy child he is, and fearless. See him springing naked, 

— Wingless, or he were like Eros, Life's glad Genius 
benignant — 

Playful frolic, as the young Faun, could the Faun forget 
the nature 

With the wild woods that unites him, and had he a human 

On the firm ground see Him springing ! And the ground, 
with life elastic. 

Heaves him like an arrow upward ; and again, again re- 

The high-vaulted roof he touches. And the anxious Mother 
warns him : 

Bound on Earth at thy free pleasure — leap again and yet 
again there ; 

But repel the thought of flying ; but resist the wild rash 

Wings to bear thee onward, upward, thou hast none. Resist 
the impulse. " 

The fond earnest Father warns him : In the Earth is all 
the virtue 

That so swiftly darts thee upward : touch but with light foot 
the surface, 




Like the son of Earth, Anta-us, tliou with instant strength 
art gifted." 

So from summit on to summit, all along these jagged ridges 
Leaps he, bounding and rebounding, like the ball you strike 
in play. 

Suddenly into a hollow of a rough glen he hath vanished, 
And we deem him lost. The mother wails. The father 

• offers comfort. 
I stand shrugging up my shoulders. But what glorious 
reappearance ! 

Are there treasure-chambers yonder ^ — hidden stores of rich 
apparel ? 

Robes with stripes of living brightness, splendid as the 

flowers of summer, 
On the glorious boy are shining. Proud and princely youth 

looks he ! 

Tassels from his arms are waving. Round his breast are 

ribands fluttering. 
In his hand the golden lute-harp. Every way a little 


Onward, in the flush of spirit, in the dauntless joy of boy- 

Moves he to the mountain summit, treads the high clifls 

Wondrous Child ! we gaze upon him — with delight and love 

and wonder ; [arms : 

And his parents, in wild transport, clasp them in each other's 
But the soft light round his temples — who can tell what 

there is shining? 
Golden glitter? Or the bright flame of irradiating Spirit ? 
In his bearing, in his gestures, the proud boy even now 

proclaims him 
Future master of all Beauty — him the Melodies Eternal 
Have through all his members moulded. You shall hear 

him, you shall see him — [now. 
Hear him with delight and wonder — with delight imfelr till 



[act III. 

Chor. And callest thou this a marvel, Cretan born ? 
Thou to the Poet's teaching word 
Hast never lent, belike, a listening ear ; 
Never to Ionia's legends ; 
Never, mayhap, hast heard v»hat Hellas tells 
Of the fathers of the land. 
Tales rich in feats of heroes and of gods. 

All, done in this our day. 
Is but a melancholy echo of 
Glorious ancestral times. 
Thy tale is nothing comparable with 
That which their lovely fable 
— Fiction, more to be believed 
Than what the world calls truth — 
Sang of the son of Mai a. 

A shapely boy was he — a small, strong, wily rogue. 

Him in his birth-hour did the fondling nursemaids — 

Patting and playing with the wily rogue. 

Swathing in softest, fmest, purest fleece — 

Leave cradled in a purple coverlet. 

They fancied that he thus was fastened down : 

An idle fancy ! an unreasoned dream ! 

Behold ! the shapely, strong, small, wily one 

Draws gently out his light elastic limbs — 

Displacing not the purple shell 

That would with painful pressure hold him down — 

As the freed butterfly 

From the stiff" chrysalis spreads out his wings. 
To wander through the sunbeam-lighted air 
At his own happy will — bold voyager ! 

And Hermes, thus — that he to thieves and scoundrels, 
And all who seek a scrambling livelihood. 
Might be in every way th-eir favouring demon — 




Soon plays his dexterous tricks. 
Swift from the ruler of the seas he steals 
Tlie trident, and from Ares self his sword 
Slily out of the sheath ; 

From Phoebus, bow and arrows ; from Hephastos 
His tongs. Even Father Jupiter's own lightnings 
He would have made his own, did not the fire 
■ Frighten him. Eros he overthrew in wrestHng : 
And from the Queen of Cyprus, as she kissed liim, 
He filched away the girdle from her breast. 

A71 endianting purely melodious siraiji, as of a harp^ soimds 
from the grotlo. All attend^ and appear inwardly affected. 
From this to the next marked pause the whole is accom- 
panied with fnll-toned music. 

Phor. Listen to this loveliest music : 
Cast these fables far away. 
The old crowds of gods fling nom you — 
Think not of them. Past are they. 

None will understand you. Critics 
Of a higher school of art 
Say, that from the heart must flow forth 
All that works upon the heart. 

Chor. If to flattery thou art softened, 
— Thou whom Nature hates and fears — 
Is it strange, from trance awaking, 
That we find a joy in tears ? 

Let the cheery sunshine vanish. 
In the heart if day arise. 
We shall find in our own bosoms 
What the outer world denies. 



[act III. 

Euph. When I sing my childlike carols 
You are happy as your child ; 
When 1 hound, as though to music, 
The parental heart leaps wild. 

Hel. Love, to give man Earth's best blessing. 
Heart to noble heart leads on ; 
But, to yield us Heaven's own rapture, 
Shaytes a third — our precious one. 

Faust. All is found that love can give us : 
I thine own — thou, part of me. 
Oh ! as we are now united. 
Could it but for ever be ! 

Chor. Many years of crowded pleasure, 
In the mild gleam of this boy 
Bless our happy pair with promise. 
Oh ! the union gives me joy. 

Euph. Let me bound, let me spring ! 
To the heavens would I haste. 
'Tis my longing, my passion : 
It seizes me fast. 

Faust. But gently, but gently. 

Dear son, I entreat thee ; 

That downfall and ruin 

O'ertake not or meet thee. 

In thy fall 

Perish all. 
Euph. Prisoned no longer 

On earth will I be 1 

Let my hands go. 

Let my tresses wave free. 

!My robes, they are mine : 

All in vain ye hold me. 




Ilel. Think, oh ! thuik 
Whose thou art — 
How our heart 
Will sink and sink : 
The bhss that we have won — 
Mine, thine, and his — undone : 
All, all by thee, rash son. 

CJior. The union that their bliss did make, 

Fate, I fear, will shortly break. 
Hcl. and Faust. Dear son, for thy parents' sake 

Be this fiery frenzied mood 

Over-mastered and subdued. 

Rural bliss thy life employ I 

Be Arcadia's pride and joy ! 
Euph. 'Tis but to please you I refrain. 

[ Whirls ihroKgh the Chorus ; draws them forth to 

Cheerful race, how light I hover 

Here where happy maidens be. 

Goes the music well ? — the measure ? 
Hel. Lead the fair ones out with thee 

To the graceful dance, and gaily 

Play the momentary lover. 
Faust. These poor tricks give me small pleasure. 

How I wish it all were over. 
[EuPHORiON and Chorus dancing and singing move 
about, interleaving. 

Cher. When thy arms in the dance thou so gracefully 

When thy dark locks are floating and flashing around. 
When the foot glances light from the floor that thou 

And the limbs to tlie magic of melody bound — - 
Sweet child ! how thy heart must be swelling with joy : 
We love thee — all love thee — oh ! beautiful boy ! 


[act III. 

Euph. \to the Chorus]. Away and away. 
Let us play a new play : 
A race let us run, 

And as you are many and 1 am but one, 

Let all of you here 

Be a swift herd of deer. 

And away ! and away ! 

With me for the hunter and you for the prey ! 
Chor. Why this eager mad pursuing ? 

Your own object thus undoing? 

We, like you, can fancy blisses 

In a shower of burning kisses ; 

And our heart we feel incline 

To that fair young face of thine. 

If some little time be past 

With us in respectful wooing, 

You will find us yours at last. 
Euph. Pursue them I Pursue them ! 

O'er stock and o'er stone, 

Through brake and through forcsi, 

The wild game has flown. 

What is easily won 

Hath no charms in my sight : 

'Tis the pride of the conquest 

That is the delight. 
Hel. a?id Faust. Madness his beyond all hope ! 

Hearken ! Heard you not a horn 

Threatening wood and hill-side slope ? 

— What a tumult ? What a cry ? 
Cho?-. \cntcring quickly one by 07ie\. Oh ! how swiftly 
he rushed by, 

Looks on us with slight and scorn. 

See, the wildest of our group, 

He hath grasped her, he hath clasped her, 

Flither in his arms hath borne. 




EupJi. \bearmg m a yoicng girl]. She is mine. I've 
caught tlie coy one, 

What care I that uncomplying 

She resists me? I enjoy one 

That attracts me by denying. 

Let me still to mine feel prest 

Breasts in proud reluctance swelling: 

Give me Passion's burning zest, 

Lips rebelling, hands repelling. 

Let me feel triumphant still 

Over hers my ardent will. 
Maide?t. Loose me ! In this little frame 

Spirit with as fierce a flame 

Burns ; and know this will of mine 

Not less resolute than thine. 

Think you, then, that force can chain me ? 

Or your violence constrain me ? 

Hold me still ! Aye, dare the danger ! 

I can be my own avenger. 

Ha ! you're scorched ! and I am free. 

Fool ! rash fool ! remember me 

Laughing, wheresoe'er I be. 

Laughing, laughing still at thee. 

[Flames z^p, aiid flies off iti a blaze. 

Follow to the fields of Air, 

Hope to meet the vanished there ! 

Follow to the caverned hollow 

Of the deep Earth. Follow ! follow ! 
Eup'h. \shaki71g off the flames\ Rock and forest ! 
Rock and forest, 

— Chains around me flung ! 

What to me such chains, such fetters ? 

I am active, I am young. 

Yonder rave the tameless tempests, 

Yonder rage the mighty billows, 


FA C ST us. 

[act III. 

Voices of the Free I 
Me they call! me! me! 
Both from far I hear; 
Oh, that I were near ! 

[Springs higher up the rock. 
HcL, Faust, and Chor. Wouldst thou, like the mountain 
Clamber? Oh, we fear ! we fear ! 
Eiiph. Higher must I rise, yet higher- 
Wider must the prospect be, 
Well I know the land where I am. 
In the middle of the island, 
Pelops, in the midst of thy land, 
Loved alike by earth and sea. 
Chor. \7tnth affectionate tone]. If the \YOodland and 
the wold 

Have no charms thy heart to hold. 
Other spells have we to gain thee. 
To allure thee, to detain thee. 
From the hill-side slope will we 
Grapes in clusters bring to thee ; 
^ Grapes and dusk figs, and the yellow 

Rich gold of the orange mellow. 
Happy is the land possessing 
Peace, and with it every blessing ! 
£i^ph. Oh, dream ye of peace, then? Dream on, who; 

Is in dreams ; but for me be the joy of the fight ! 
War is the word. Where the broad banners shme. 
Let me rush to the battle. The conquest is mine. 
Chor. When a land is at peace, 

Who would call back the day 
Of war— all of Love 
And of Hope flings away. 
£nph. To the children of Achaia, 
Heroes in the battle-strife, 




Daring danger, breathing freedom, 
Ever prodigal of life — 
With a holy sense that peril 
Damps not, lavishing their blood ; 
Everything brings to such warrior, 
To such country, gain and good. 
C/ior. Higher ! higher ! see Him press, 
>Jor in distance seems he less. 
Victory before him beaming. 
Light of armour round him gleaming, 
Onward ! onward I see him rise. 

Euph. Not on wall or wave relying, 
On himself let each man rest ; 
Fortress every foe defying 
Is the brave man's iron breast. 

Would ye dwell unconquered ? Haste ye. 
Haste ye, to the battle-plain ! 
Women Amazons becoming. 
Every child a hero then. 

Chor. \g(izing on Euphorion]. Holy, holy Poesie, 

Oh, ascend thy native sky ! 

Shine on, thou brightest star. 

Farther, and yet more far I 

Still the light beams down to cheer. 

And the voice with joy we hear. 
Euph. No ! I am a Child no longer. 

Armed behold the Youth move on 

With the strong, the free, the mighty, 

Who ere now in heart was one. 

Onward, to the field of glory ! 

On to viclory ! On ! On ! 
II el. and Faust. Scarcely numbered with the living, 

Scarcely given to cheerful da}'. 

Would he to the fearful distance 

Whirl in giddy flight away ? 



[act III. 

And, the kindly tic between us, 
Was it but the gleam 
Of a transient dream ? 
£uph. Thunder on the sea ! — and thunder, 
How it rolls from vale to vale ! 
Host 'gainst host in dust and billows, 
Throng on throng, and pang and bale I 
H'cre bids die. 
And the mandate we know well. 

Hei.j Faust, and Chor. Oh, what horror! — oh, what 
terror ! 

Is thy destiny, then, death ? 
E2iph. Shall I look on war at distance? 

— I would in the battle breathe ! 
FFel.^ Faust. a?id Chor. Rashness ! danger ! and — to die ! 
Euph. Yet — and, look you, wings unfolding ! — 
Thither, thither would I fly ! 
I must ! I must ! Grudge not the joy of flight ! 

\He throws himself up into the air., his clothes bear up 
for a vi07nent. His head beams, a stream of 
light follows. 

Chor. Icarus ! Icarus ! 
This — this is grief to us ! 

\A beautiful youth falls at the feet of the parents. In 
the dead the audience think they recogjiize a well- 
kfiown for?n ; but the corporeal immediately fades 
aivay^ the aureola rises like a comet to heaven. 
Clothes, mantle, and harp remain lying on the 

Hel. and Faust. Pain and joy, each follows other, 

Anguish comes, and plaintive moan. 
Euph. {from the depth\ In the realm of shadow, mother, 

Let me not abide alone ! 


FA usrus. 


C/ior. [dirge]. Not alone! Where'er thy dwelling, 
If, indeed, on earth we knew thee, 
Though thy liome be far from daylight, 
All hearts still with love pursue thee ! 

/ Lost — yet how can we lament thee ! 
Gone — we weep and envy thee ! 
Bright thy day ; but bright or clouded 
Song and heart were proud and free. 

Born to all that makes earth happy ! 
Lofty lineage, sense of power ! 
Lost, alas ! too soon. Youth's promise 
Torn by tempest, leaf and flower ! 
Eye not to be baffled. Human 
Indignation at all wrong. 
Best of women loved thee. Magic 
All its own was in thy song. 

How the whirl of passion bore thee 
Self-devoted to the snare ! 
With what rage all laws and usage 
Didst thou rend, proud captive there ! 
Yet, at last, in generous feeling, 
True stay thy pure spirit gained ; 
All that noblest is and brightest 
Sought by thee — but unattained. 

Unattained — oh ! who attains it ? 
Ask — will Destiny reply 
This day when a bleeding people, 
Dumb with sorrow, sees him die ? 
— Yet fresh bursts of song awaken ! 
Droop in helpless grief no more, 
For the Earth again will blossom, 
And bear fruit as heretofore ! 

[Perfect pause. The music ceases. 



[act III. 

Ilel. \/o Faustus]. An old saying, alas ! proves itself true 
in me — 

Beauty and Happiness remain not lonpj united ; 
The ties of life and love both are asunder torn. 
Sadly, for love of both, I say to each farewell, 
And once again, yet once again, into thine arms I throw 
me ! 

Pcrseph. Take, oh ! take the boy and me ! 

\She embraces Faustus. The corporeal vanishes. Her 
dress and veil remain in his arms. 
Phor. [to Faustus]. Hold tight what still survives to you 
of all 

That was hers. Don't let the cloak go ; demons are 

Tugging and tearing at its skirts, and fain 

Would pluck it down from you to their undenvorld. 

Hold fast ! 'Tis not the goddess you have lost, 

But it is godlike ; make the best use of the lady's 

Invaluable favours. Up ! off with you ! 

'Twill lift you quickly, — that it will — high up 

Above the vulgar, up into the air 

As long as you can keep there. We two meet 

Again — far otf, far, very far away I 

[Helena's clothes dissolve into clouds, surround 
Faustus, raise him into the air^ and bear him 

Phor. [takes Euphorion's dress, mantle, and lyre from 
the ground, steps into the proscenium, lifts up the cxiiviie 
and speaks'], 

W^ell! Finding this is some luck. All the fire 

Is gone — gone, not a doubt of it but never fear. 

The world will get on very well. We have 

Enough — aye, quite enough to consecrate 

A poet or two — aye, quite enough to madden 

Your master-masons and apprentices 

In the gay art of building rhymes, wiih envy. 

I cannot give them talents, but no matter, 




The singing-robes are no bad things in themselves, 
And I'll lend them the dress. 

[^Sits do7un, leani?ig against a pillar^ in tJie prosce7iiiini. 
Panth. Swift speed we, maidens, now that we are at 

Disenthralled from the dreary spell of the old Thcssalian 

And from the giddy crash of the tangled sounds that jingle 
Confusedly on the ear and cloud the inner sense ! 
Descend we now to Hades ! swiftly thither 
Already hath the Queen with solemn step down glided. 
Where she hath trod, her faithful maids should follow. 
We find her at the throne of the Inscrutable. 

Chor. With Queens, where'er they be, it still goes right ; 
In Hades even will they stand up erect 
In unsubmitting pride, rank as of old maintaining — 
Queens still ! fast friends of Queen Persephoneia. 
But we — to pine away in lone recesses, 
Deep meadows of Asphodel, 
Our sole companions being, 
For ever and for ever, 

The lengthy poplars and the barren willows ! — 
What life were this ! — Like flitter-mice to twitter, 
Whining, and whispering, unenjoying, spectral ! 

Leader of Chorus. \Vho has not earned a name, nor wills 
the noble, 

Belongs to the Elements. Away with you ! 

My one abiding passionate desire 

Is to be with my Queen. 

Not high desert alone ; Fidelity, 

Too, hath its meed : it too preserves to us Person. 

Chorus — All. 

We to the daylight are given back, 

The cheery Day. Not Persons now, indeed. 

As once we were. That feel we, that we know. 

2o6 FACSTUS. [act hi. 

Diit we to Hades never more return. 
Spirits are we, and ever-living Nature 
Makes on us, we on her, 
Claims irresistible. 

Part of the Chorus. 

Ever in the murmured whispers of the thousand boughs here 

We with gentle \Adiy lure upward from the root the living 

To the branches ; soon with leaflets, soon with buds to deck, 
and t)lossoms, 

As with glimmering gems, the tresses floating lavishly in 

Autumn comes, w^ith ripe fruit falling ; — joyous concourse ! 
men and cattle 

Crowding, crushing, grasping, cranching, rushing eagerly, 
down pressing, 

All regardless each of other. See them bowing, bending 
round us, 

As they, in old days undated, bent before the earliest 

gods ! 

Another Part. 

Where these walls of rock far gleaming shine in pure and 
glassy mirror, 

Wq in peaceful waves are winding evermore our gentle 
way ; 

Lurk for every sound, and listen song of birds or wild reed's 

Is it Pan's owti voice affrighting? — We with voice, like his, 

Wliisper is it ? — We, too, whisper. Thunder ? — We reply in 

Earthquake shocks of repercussion, threefold, tenfold, roll 
we back. 




A Third Part. 

Sisters, you would call us truant. With the streams wc 
hasten onward, [us, 
\7here the richly-cultured hill-slope, smiling, far away allures 
tver downward, ever deeper, lead the life-diffusing waters 
To the meadow-land, the trim lawn, and the garden round 
the house. 

Cypresses with spiry summits, rising yonder into ether, 
Tell where they have found a mirror, tell the banks through 
which we glide. 

A Fourth Part. 

Wander ye at will where lists you ! We will linger, we will 

Round the richly-planted hill-slope, where, upon its staft 

Leans the vine ; and the green berry, day by day, is deep- 
ening, darkening. 

Hour by hour, and through the whole day long, the 
vintager's emotion 

Shows to us the doubtful issue of the labours he so loves. 

Now with spade and now with mattock, and now earthing, 
pruning, binding. 

To all gods he prays, at all times ; above all, prays to the 
Sun-god. [enervate • 

Little of his faithful servant's toil thinks Bacchus, the 

Rests in bowers, reclines in grottoes, fondling there tlie 
youthful Faun. 

Dissolute sits he, and dreaming, half v/ith wine inebriated 
Round him heaped in skins, jars, vases, right and left of the 
cool cavern, 

That might serve for endless ages. But when all the gods, 
when Helios, 

More than all, has, blowing, moistening, warming, glowing, 
drying, ripening. 



[act nr. 

Swelled tlic wine-bestowing berries, heaped tlie cluster-hon 
of Plenty, 

Where the vintager in silence worked, see ! sudden life and 

Stir there is in every arbour ; rattling round from stake io 
Baskets, buckets, crackle, clatter ; vine-troughs groin 

beneath their burthen ; 
All to the great vat move onward, to the strong dance of the 

Now the holy, heaven-sent fulness of the pure-born dewy 
Daringly is crushed and broken ; trampled down what was 
their beauty 

To a mass none love to look on — squeezed together, foam- 
ing, splashing. 

Now the sharp clash of the cymbal, with the timbrel's brazen 

Tears the ear, and Dionysos is from Mysteries unveiled. 
Here he comes with goat-foot Satyrs, goat-foot Maenads 

thyrsus- swinging. 
Evermore, amid the discord, brays tlie Ass of old Silenus. 
Nothing's spared ; the cloven feet are trampling down all 

laws and manners. 
Reel the senses all ; the ear is by tlic din distracted, 


Drunken men for cups are groping, head and belly over- 
burthened j 

Here and there a few are working. They but add to the 
confusion ; 

For they must, to hold the new wine, have the old skins 
emptied fast. 

[T/ic curtain falls. Phorcyas /;/ t)ic proscenium 
extends herself io ^iant hei^^ht, steps doivn from 
the cothurni^ throws off mask a?id veil, and sho'a's 
herself as Mephistopheles, /// order^ as far as is 
necessary, tj comment on the piece in epilogue. 


[stake ; 







High Mountain. 

Bold, jagged^ rocky summit. A cloud moves on, rests against 
the rock, and sinks doivii on a projecting flat. The 
cloud opens. Faustus steps out. 

Faustus. Below me, spreading far away, are deepest soli- 

And here, on this projecting ridge of the high mountain- 

Choose I the place of my descent, dismissing 
The car of cloud that hath so softly hither, 
Through bright heaven, borne me over land and ocean. 
It leaves me slowly — trails away — it breaks not into vapour. 
In massy globes it rolls. Its course is striving to the East. 
The eye is striving after it in awed astonishment. 
It breaks — it wanders into waves — it changes, and it 

A something there would shape itself. — The eye does not 
deceive me ; 

On sun-illumined pillows, in grandeur, see ! reclining, 
Of more than woman's height, a godlike female figure. 
I see it there — like Juno, Leda, Helena — 
In majesty and love waving before mine eyes. 

Alas ! already change hath come, and formless, broad, up- 

Rests in the East as 'twere a far-off glacier dazzling, 
Mirroring the mighty import of the flying days. 

O'er me still hovers a thin tender cloud-streak, 
Round breast and forehead — cheering, cooling, soothing ! 
And now it rises lingeringly, and high and higher yet 
Condenses. Is the winning form I see 

2 10 


[act IV. 

But an illusion, that from niy own fancy 
l^Ioulds itself into Youth's first longed-for, still withheld, 
And highest good ? From the heart's dejnhs up-gushing, 
As in the days of long ago are the heart's first, best 

Symbol of the Aurora-love — alas ! too swift to vanish ! — 
Of that first glance, how quickly felt ! which but the heart 
interprets — 

The rosy dawn-light of the heaven of boyhood's happy 
dreaming — 

That, could it linger here with us, all else would seem but 

Like Beauty of the Soul, the lovely form grows lovelier, 
Dissolves not ; upward floats — slowly — into the ether ; 
And with it, of my heart and mind draws the best part away. 
\A seveji- league boot sta?nps down. Another follo7vs 
instantly. Mephistopheles descends. T/ie 
boots stride hastily on. 
Meph. [to Faustus]. Aye ! well stepped out ! But what 
could be the freak 
That led you to descend upon this peak ? 
Was there no place, then, to alight upon 
But yawning wilderness and horrid stone ? 
I know the objects round. I know them well. 
Where we are standing was the floor of Hell. 

Fai^st. Still the same foolish legends, evermore, 
On every subject ! Will you ne'er give o'er? 

Meph. [earnestly]. When long ago, down from the upper 

The Lord had banished us — and I know why— 
To the far depths, where in the centre glow 
Fires everlasting, round and round that throw 
Red restless flames, we found that we had got 
Into a place t^o crowded, and too hot. 
The Devils got sick, and feeling ill at ease 
In their new prison, began to cough and sneeze. 




With sulphur-stench and acid Hell boiled o'er — 

Foul vapour — then more foul it grew and more, 

Till the smooth crust was parched and burst asunder ; 

And topsy-turvy Science tells, with wonder. 

How to earth's surface rose what had been under. 

We made our way out of the red-hot caves 

Into pure air — are Princes who were Slaves. 

An open secret — mystery well \:oncealed, 

And only to the latter times revealed. 

Faust. To me the mountain mass is nobly dumb : 
I ask not, whence uprisen ? or wherefore come ? 
Nature — that in herself is all in all — 
When her pure will first shaped the round earth's ball, 
Formed depth and summit for her own delight, 
Heaped rock on rock, linked height to mountain height; 
Moulded and led, as 'twere, with gentlest hand, 
The hill-side slope to meet the level land. 
Then came soft green and growth. She doth not seek 
For her delight wild ferment or mad freak. 

Meph. Aye ! so you say, and think it clear as light : 
But he, who then was present, must be right. 
Why, I myself was by when flames upwreathed 
From the abyss, and sulphurous vapour breathed ; 
When Moloch's hammer, linking rock to rock, 
Struck chips in thousands from the rough old block, 
And scattered, as he forged the mountain chain. 
Huge granite fragment-splinters o'er the plain. 
Masses of foreign substance load the land ; 
How whirled down there, no man can understand. 
Philosophers — they can make nothing of it ; 
They've thought and thought : but what does thinki 
profit ? 

There lies the rock, your theorists defying — 
There lies the rock — there must they leave it lying. 
The common people — they alone receive, 
And with faith, not to be disturbed, believe 

2 r 


[act IV. 

Tlie plain broad fact. In their undoubting creed 

'Tis Miracle. 'Tis Satan's work indeed. 

Uoubt never troubles them — the shrewd old judges. 

Propt on the crutch of faith, my pilgrim trudges, 

Limping with pious foot o'er devil-ridges 

To devil-stones, devil-chapels, devil-bridges. 

Faust. ' Tis after all not unamusing to 
See Nature from a Devil's point of view. 

Meph. What is't to me ? Be Xature what it ma}- } 
My honour's touched — the devil was in the fray. 
'Twas We — We did it — We, the boys that shine 
Unequalled actors in the lofty line. 
See you our sign and cypher written clear — 
Convulsion, tumult, devil's work, madness here. 

But, to have done with topics that but tease you, 
Let's come to business. In your journeying 
O'er earth, and through the air ; while on the wing, 
Did nothing on our upper surface please you ? — 
You, who have seen from your observatory 
The kingdoms of the world and all their glory? 
— Still that unsatisfied impatient air? — 
Did nothing give you any pleasure there ? 

Faust. There did. A mighty project lured me on — 
Guess what it was. 

Meph. That easily is done. 

We'll fancy a Metropolis, 
— The heart and kernel of which is 
A sewer and sink of nastiness ; 
The dense spot where his food the burgher seeks ; 
Lanes crooked, narrow gables ; slender peaks ; 
The crowded market-place — kale, turnips, leeks ; 
Shambles, where flies on joints well fattened. 
Making themselves at home, have battened. 
Thither at any hour repair, 




Activity and stench are there, 

Enough for you, if anywhere. 

— Then come wide squares, and streets, that claim 

Distinction from their very name ; 

And spreading, where no gate confines, 

The suburbs flow in boundless lines. 

There how delightful is the roar 

And roll of coaches evermore ; 

The bustling motion, in and out. 

And to and fro, and round about, 

And out and in, they heave and drive — 

A swarming ant-hill all alive. 

There let me ride, or on the car 

Of splendid state be seen from far — 

Alone, aloft, admired, revered. 

By hundred thousands gazed on, feared. 

Faust. Small pleasure from such source should I derive. 
We seek to make men happy as they may 
Be made, and happy each in his own way ; 
Would mould the manners, educate the mind : 
And our reward for all is that we find 
We have made rebels. 

Meph. [in continuation^ disregardi??g Faustus's reinaj-k\ 
— Then would I build me up a place of pleasure 
For the sweet moments of a prince's leisure. 
Wood, hill and valley, lawn, and meadow ground 
Are all within the sumptuous garden's bound. 
By verdant walls the long strait pathways drawn 
Through formal shades to reach the velvet lawn ; 
Cascades that roll with regulated shock 
In channels carved from rock to answering rock; 
Water, in all diversity of dyes, 
Taught artificially to fall and rise, 
A stately column soars, and, breaking, sheds 
Swift down the sides thin, tiny, tinkling threads. 
Then would I have, in many a close recess. 



[act IV. 

Lodges, with ladies there, all loveliness ! 

Pass countless hours — and let no care intrude — 

In that delicious social solitude. 

Ladies, do you mark me? — ladies. Womankind 

Comes always as a plural to my mind. 

Faust. Degenerate — modern — base ! — Abandon all 
That makes life life? — A vile Sardanapal ! 

Meph. Could but a man make out what you're about, 
It must be something quite sublime, no doubt. 
You have of late been wandering through the air — 
Near the moon. Don't you wish that you were there ? 

Faust, [earnest/}']. No, doubtless, no. Our own earth 
is a place 

That for bold enterprise gives ample space. 
Something may still be done that in the event 
Will waken in the world astonishment. 
Within me lives a power that must succeed 
In earnest, active, energetic deed. 

Meph. Aye, and the Fame that such achievement wins ! 
This comes of communing \\ith Heroines. 

Faust. Dominion, Power, Possession, is my aim ; 
The Fact is all — an idle breath the Fame ! 

Meph. Yet Poets will arise to sing thy story, 
Tell times to come thy grandeur and thy glory. 
With folly kindling folly. 

Faust. What know you 

Of this or anything that Man desires ? 
Thy nature, adverse, cross-grained, bitter, sharp. 
What can it do butcriticise and carp ? 
How can it know what Man — true Man — requires ? 

Meph. Well, have your will and way. I give up mine. 
Communicate this notable design. 

Faust. [7C'tth earnestness]. I had been gazing on the mighty 

That, tower on tower, swelled up exultingly ; 
Then did it fall, and its wide waves expand ; 




As laying siege to yon flat breadth of strand. 
Sickness of heart I felt. Resentment strong, 
Keen indignation at imagined wrong, 
The pang, that to behold oppression gives 
I'o freedom's instinct that within us lives. 
Wrath at the usurpation of the wave. 
And sympathy with what it would enslave, 
Came o'er my spirit ; and the frenzied mood 
Worked like a fever through my human blood. 

Can it be chance ? " I said. " Can it be chance ? " 
I said, and eyed the waves with sharper glance. 
A moment motionless, then, from the goal, 
Their late-won conquest, back the recreants roll. 
The hour returns ; again begins their play. 

Meph. \to the At{diencc\ 'Tis nothing new ; I've seen 
them every day 
A hundred thousand years roll the same way. 

Faust, [continues nehemently\ On creep they hither, here 
at all points press ; 
Barren themselves, and spreading barrenness. 

It swells, and spreads, and rolls, and spends its strength 

O'er the repulsive coast-line's desert length. 

Imperious wave o'er wave in power moves on. 

Lords it awhile — retreats— and nothing's done. 

In anguish and despair my mind resents 

This waste power of the lawless Elements. 

Here were a strife to make my spirit ascend 

Above itself. From these their prey to rend, 

Here to win conquests, were a victory true. 

Here would I combat, these would I subdue I 

And it is Possible ; at full flood still 

The wave bends, yields, and winds round every hill. 

Even in its hour of most imperious will, 


I' A us r us. 

[act IV. 

Before each litlle sand-heap, lo ! it shrinks, 
And into any tiny hollow sinks. 

This when I saw, a sudden project ran 
Crossing my brain, and plan came after plan. 
Mcthought it were a joyous thing, could we 
Force from the shore the domineering sea ; 
To narrower bounds the moist expanse restrain, 
And crush far off into itself the main. 
From step to step I've thought out the design; 
This is my wish, to further it be thine ! 

\^D?-un!s are lieard frojn behind on the right. 

Meph. How easy "lis ! — Hear you the drums afar ? 
Faust. AVhat ? — war.? 'ihe prudent has no love for 

Meph. Why, war or peace, the prudent man still sees 
In all that comes but opportunities. 
We plan, watch, catch each favouring chance, and, now, 
Such smiles, or never — Faustus, seize it thou i 

Faust. Speak out at once ; spare me this riddling stuff. 

Meph. I saw it long ago, and plain enough. 
The kind good Kaiser is perplexed with care. 
You know him. You remember when we were 
Amusing him. Into his hand we played 
False riches ; and the show of riches made 
All seem as nothing to him. The eftect 
Was self-indulgence, indolence, neglect. 
Young to the throne he came, and he thought good 
To reason gainst all reason, and conclude 
That 'twas not out and out impossible 
But Power and Pleasure might together dwell ; 
And thus, tliat it was his prerogative 
To rule a kingdom and at ease to live. 

Faust. A grievous error. None can both unite. 
To rule must be the ruler's sole delight. 




If high resolves and fixed his bosom fill, 
Yet none may look into that sovereign will. 
Scarce to the trustiest breathes he his intent 
In the close ear : accomplished, the event 
Startles the world into astonishment. 
The Ruler's power still rests on what first made 
Man's power to rule. Indulgences degrade. 
Ruler o'er men must never cease to be 
Man highest, worthiest. 

Meph. No such man is he. 

Oh ! what a life of luxury was his ! 
With the realm falHng by no slow degrees 
To anarchy, still the prince takes his ease. 
Everywhere, high and low, each warred wuth other ; 
'Twas brother plundering, chasing, slaughtering brother. 
Castles with castles, towns with towns pursued, 
And guilds with nobles — an eternal feud. 
Chapter and churchman against bishop rose ; 
Men looked but on each other and were foes. 
Merchants and travellers at the very gates 
Of cities lost, and none to tell their fates. 
Life — to such daring heights had rapine gone — 
Was but defensive war. So things moved on. 

Faust. Say you moved on ? They staggered, limped, fell, 

And stumbled and rolled helpless down. Sad close ! 

Meph. And such a state of things need no one blame. 
Each had his chance of winning in the game; 
Each wished to be a somebody, and each 
The object of his wishes now might reach. 
Boys would be men, and sober men went mad. 
At last the thing was felt to be too bad : 
The better classes, that, too long inert 
Had slumbered, rose this evil to avert, 
Determined that such state of things should cease ; 
Let him be Lord, they say, who gives us Peace. 



[act IV. 

The Kaiser cannot, will not. Choose we then 

A ruler. Let another Kaiser reign, 

Make each man's rights secure, and animate, 

As with a better soul, the sinking State, 

Till renovated Earth see blessings spread 

From land to land, and Peace with Justice wed. 

Faust. This has a pricstlike twang. 

Meph. Aye, priests they were ; 

The well-fed belly made they their prime care. 
Aye — insurrection was their interest. 
The people rose, the priests the Rising blest ; 
And now our Emperor — our old friend whom 
We so amused and rendered happy — is come, 
Perhaps, to his last battle-field. 

Faust. I grieve 

For him — so good, so open-hearted. 

Meph. We have 

An eye to him. While there is life there is 
Hope. But first let us get him out of this. 
He is caught and caged here in the narrow valley. 
Saved once is saved for ever. My advice 
Is, never give up. Who knows what on the dice — 
Turn but the luck, and friends around him rally. 

\2hey ascejid the middle ra7ige of 7nountains, and vie7c> 
the arrangemerit cf the ai'iny in ike valley. 
Trumpets and 'varlike music from below. 

Meph. Well chosen the position is. 
We join. The victory is his. 

Faust. We ? — join? — What there to do ? — Repeat 
Illusion ? sleight of hand ? deceit ? — 

Meph. Aye — stratagems of war to c^^in 
A battle and your ends obtain. 
Be wide awake. You save his tiironc 
And kingdom for the Emperor, 
Kneel down, are gninted as your own. 
In feudal right, the boundless shore. 




Faust. You have seen much in your time. — Win a battle 

Meph. No : you will. Generalissimo art thou 
On this occasion. 

Faust. /command? You Hatter, 

('ommand? Why, I know nothing of the matter — 
Am in the art of war a very novice. 

Meph. Not the worse General. Assume the ofhce ; 
Let the staff think for you, and the General 
Is safe. For some short time back, I could snuff 
War in the wind, and saw what must befall. 
I've formed a miUtary council of 
The original elemental mountain stuff 
Of the primitive mountain-man, in the unmixed power 
Of his rude natural self. Fortunate he, 
Who scrapes together, in a lucky hour, 
Such customers ! 

Faust. But who are those I see 

Yonder, and bearing arms ? Thou hast, I trow. 
Roused all the mountaineers up ? 

Meph. Not quilc so ; 

But in the manner of Herr Peter Squenze, 
Of all the rubbish there the quintessence. 

Enter "The Three Mighty Men," Mephistopheles' 

Meph. There come my Highland lads — in age, arms 

Differing — the rascals are alike in nothing ; — 

And, though I say it, who should not have said it. 

They are the very boys to do me credit. 

\To the Audie7ice\. There's not a child on earth but loves 

Gorget, and greaves, and gauntlet-gloves ; 

And though the rags be allegorical, 

Yet will they be the better liked by all. 



[act IV. 

Raufebold \ a youth, gaily dressed, lig'iily armed'. 
Look straiglit into my eyes ; — aye, if you dare ! 
Into your jaws, my lad, I thrust my fist ; 
And if you run away, 'tis I that twist 
My hand into the flying coward's hair. 

Habchald \a iiiau, n'ell-armcd, f ichly dresseii]. 
In blows and bluster time's but thrown away — 
Plunder's the word, and Pillage. Beg, steal, borrow. 
I make my own of all I find to-day, 
And for a fresh instalment call to-morrow. 

IJaltefast \an old uian, in an.'wu^, othcru'ise naked]. 
Put little is in that way won — 
" Easily got, easily gone 1 " 
To take's not bad \ but to hold fast 
Is the one way to make it last. 
The old man's hand is very slow 
What it once clutches to let go ; 
And my advice is, getting all you can, 
Give it to keep for you to the old man. 

[All descend io ion- er ground. 

rronioniory. Drums and warlike music from beneath. The 
Kaiser's toit. 

Kaiser. General in command. Trabants 

General. Placed as vre were, we could not risk attack : 
Our plan of leading the whole army back 
To this convenient ground was duly weighed. 
I have good hope the choice will turn out well. 

Emp. That's as it may be. The event will tell. 
Put I dislike this yielding— this half flight. 

Gen. Prince, only cast your eyes upon the right. 
Could we idealise the thought of war. 
This would appear the very station for 




(;ur aimy. Sloping hills, to hostile powers 
A check ; and a protecting wall to ours ; 
Half by the undulating plain concealed. — 
No cavalry will venture up that field. 

Emp. I can but praise. Along that gentle slope 
Our soldiers' genius will have ample scope. 

Gen. In front on the flat meadows see you there 
Our phalanx burning for the fight? The gleam 
Of pikes and lances glimmers through the air, 
In sunlight o'er the morning's breezy steam. 
Now glooms the mighty square in the wavering light 
Of the fresh dawn \ thousands there all aglow 
For the coming action ! Prince, this is a sight 
The power of multitudes in mass to show ; 
On them I reckon with no doubtful hope, 
The enemy's lines to scatter and break up. 

Kais. Never before was it my chance to see 
The brilliant sight : thus ranged, it seems to me, 
The army's strength must more than doubled be. 

Gen. Sire, of our Left I need say nothing now ; 
Stout heroes occupy the steep crag's brow, 
And bright with gleaming arms the rocky pile 
Guards the close entrance of the deep defile. 
There will the foe seek first to force their way. 
— Raw in the bloody game of battle they. 
And, broken there, will fall an easy prey. 

Kais. There march my lying kinsfolk ! There ihey go ! 
See, uncles, cousins, brothers, join the foe. 
In arms against us ; — they, who robbed the throne 
Of everything ; made everything their own ; 
Deprived, encroaching more and more each hour. 
The Crown of honour, and the Sword of power. 
Their Discord made the kingdom desolate ; 
Their Union is a plot against the State. 
The wavering crowd, unknowing right or wrong. 
Where the stream hurries them are borne along. 




Gen. A faithful man, for information sent, 
Runs down the rocks — I trust for good event. 

ist Spy. Safely went we up the country, 
Safely back have made our way, 
And but little favourable 
Of our mission can we say. 
Many proffered thee allegiance, 
But they added, things were then 
Such, that, for their own protection, 
They must keep at home their men. 

Kais. Self-seekers, they ! the doctrine of that sect 
Rests not on friendship, gratitude, respect. 
A neighbour's house on fire, self-interest 
Some danger to their own might well suggest. 

Gen. The second comes. He moves down heavily, 
Every limb shaking — weary man is he. 

27id Spy. Unarranged and undirected 
First we found the outbreak's course — 
On a sudden a new Kaiser 
Starts up — leads the rebel force. 
Now 'tis plan and pre-arrangement — 
Crowds behind his banner sweep. 
And their leader they all follow — 
Follow, as sheep follows sheep 

Kais. He comes, this rival Kaiser ! Welcome be 
His coming ! — this is glorious gain for me. 
Now for the first time am I Emperor ! 
Never till now was life worth living for ! 
Only as soldier armed I breast and brow — 
Buckler and helm have higher purpose now : 
At every fete, however briglit and fair. 
One thing I missed — the danger absent there. 
You said, "With the safe Ring-game be content ; 
My blood leaped — I breathed lance and tournament. 
Had you not held me back from arms, 'twere mine 
Ere now in high heroic deeds to shine. 




When mirrored in the Realm of Fire I stood, 

What self-reliance then ! what fortitude ! 

Against me pressed the elemental glow — 

A show, in seeming, but a glorious show — 

In turbid dreams of fame and victory won 

I have lived too long. Be, what I dreamed of, done ! 

[Heralds are sent with a challenge to the Anti- 

Enter Faustus {in armour, with half-closed hehnetX The 
"three mighty men," armed and clothed as before 

Faust. We come, Itrust unblamed. Precaution here 
Can do no harm, though needless it appear. 
A thoughtful and imaginative race 
High in the mountains have their dwelling-place. 
And secrets strange the rocks to them have shown. 
By Nature traced in cyphers of her own. 
Spirits, that long have left the lowlands, still 
Cling even more fondly to the lonely hill. 
'Mong labyrinthine chasms, where in rich wreaths 
Of noble gas metallic fragrance breathes, 
In silence there, they sort, and sift, and sever, 
Combine, create, and seek the new for ever. 
With soft and silent hand of gentlest power 
— The strength serene of mind's creative hour — 
Build swiftly up transparent shapes, and see 
In crystal and its calm eternity, 
As in a waveless mirror, imaged forth 
The stirrings of the agitated earth. 

Kais. This have I heard, and can suppose to 'be, 
But of what moment is it, friend, to me ? 

Faust. The Norcian necromancer guards thee now 
In him a fast and faithful friend hast thou. 
Have you no recollection of the day 



[act IV 

\\ hen 'mid the brush-wood crackHng near, he lay, 
And tongues of fire were panting for their prey ? 
Round the poor Sabine dry twigs heaped, and fixed 
Between them, sulphur-rods and pitch were mixed. 
Mope none in man, or god, or devil, remains — 
You, with your mandate, burst the burning chains. 
This was at Rome, and pledged since then to thee, 
No other thought, no other aire liath he. 
He watches still the safety of thy throne : 
Explores the stars, the depths, for thee alone. 
For this he bade us hither speed. Strange might 
Dwells in the mountains. Nature Infinite 
\Vorks there, is all in all, fearless and free. 
This is what stupid Priests call Sorcery ! 

Kais. On festal day, when to the palace proud. 
Guest pours on guest, and courtiers courtiers crowd, 
AVe greet with joy the thousands that pour in, 
Smiles round them to diftuse and smiles to win ; 
But higher welcome give we to the brave 
Who, when above us ominously wave 
The scales of Destiny, and ills impend, 
In that disastrous twilight comes — a friend. 
Yet, in this lofty moment, be implored, 
Draw back the strong hand from the eager sword : 
The awful moment, the dread jiow revere. 
For or against me arming thousands here. 
Man's self is man, and his be crown and throne, 
Whose title is by higher prowess shown ; 
And be the spectre that defying stands, 
Calls himself Kaiser," Liege Lord of our Lands," 

Duke of the Army," and would seize our crown, 
With my own hand back to his hell thrust down ! 

Faust. Great though the gain were, glorious though the 

It is not for the Princ^e to peril life. 

Shines not the helm with crest and plumage gay ? 




It guards the head, the Spirit's strength, and stay. 
What without head were limbs ? Should it repose, 
They sink in languor down and with it doze ; 
If it be wounded, they will sympathize ; 
Restore its health, and they in vigour rise ; 
The arm's strong right the arm is swift to wield, 
And lifts to screen the skull a ready shield ; 
Well doth the eager sword its duty know, 
Wards strongly off, and then returns the blow ; 
The foot is happy too to aid the head. 
And, stamping on his neck, treads down the Dead. 

Kais. You speak my passionate mind ; so would I treat 
His proud head, trampling it beneath my feet. 

[Heralds, who have i)een sent tvith the Kaiser's 
challenge to the Akti -Kaiser, return. 

Her. Little profit, less of honour, 
Did you from our mission gain ; 
They received your noble challenge 
With derision and disdain. 
" Like the valley's feeble echo, 
Faint your Kaiser's voice of power ; 
But in village tales remembered, 
' There was once an emperor.' " 

Faust, [to the Kaiser]. Beside thee stands a firm and 
faithful host, 

And what has happened is what they wished most. 
The foe draws near ; with burning ardour, thine 
Wait but the word for onset. Give the sign — 
Now is the fortunate moment. 

Kais. [to the General]. To command 

I yield all claim, and, Prince, into thy hand 
That duty do I give. 

Gen. Then, march on, Right 1 

The foeman's Left, that now ascends the hill. 
Before our young men's loyal ardour will 
Be soon dashed back in ignominious flight. 




[act IV. 

Faust, [pointing to Raufebold, one of Mephistopheles' 
" Three," the right- hand man of the " Three."] 

Permit this merry fellow, then, 

To mix himself among your men ] 

His spirit its own zeal will give 

To all your soldiers, in them live. 

Raufebold {coming forKhird\ If they dare to look at me 
with face unabashed, 

Their dieeks shall be shattered, their jawbones be smashed. 

The scoundrel that turns his back to escape, 

Shall have head and scalp dangling down neck and down 

\Sings\ ''Like me if thy soldiers the enemy drub, 

As I dash on in fury with sabre and club, 

Man by man shall they fall to the ground : 

Man by man in their own blood drowned ! " \Exit, 

Gen. The Phalanx of the Centre follow slow ! 
And in full force deliberate meet the foe ! 
— Already to the Right there's shrinking back, 
Their plan is all deranged by our attack. 

Faust, [pointing to Habebald, who stands betiveen Raufe- 
bold and Haltefast]. 
Permit this man of mine, too, to obey 
Your orders ; and work with you through the day. 

Habebald comes forward^ singitig out. 
" In the Emperor's army true soldier is Courage, 
And helpers good are Plunder and Forage. 
Let Forage and Plunder and Courage too 
Keep the mock Emperor's tent in view ! 
We'll strip it clean when the rascal's gone ; 
I'll head the Phalanx and lead it on." 

Eilebeute [sutler-woman^ sidling up to Habebald]. 
He with me did never wive — 
For this we two the fonder thrive, 
[^/z/^^]. "The harvest-crop is heavy and ripe, 
We gather it in, and grasp and gripe. 




Woman works well in rapine and ravage, 
For her eye is fierce and her heart is savage. 
Win the day, and to Woman abandon 
Everything that she can lay hand on !" 

\Exeunt Haeebald and Eilebeute. 

Ge7i. Upon our Left, as I expected, 
Their Right is in full force directed. 
But man to man, oh ! with what rage 
Among the rocks they now engage, 
To win the Pass, and to defend. 

Faust, \hecko7iing to Haltefast, the left-hand in an of the 
Three "]. Sir, may I ask you to attend 
To this man ? — see his powerful arm : 
Add strength to strength. 'Twill do no harm. 

Haltefast. For the Left wing take thou no care — 
'Tis safe enough while I am there. 
\^Sings\ " To hold his own let the old man alone : 
What he has he is sure to keep for ever. 
Once in his clutch, be it little or much. 
Not the lightning-flash from his hand can sever." \Exit. 

Meph. [coming from aboi'e']. Leaning forward in the 
From each jagged rocky gorge, 
Weaponed men for bold resistance, 
Hither seem their way to urge. 
Swords they wield ; and helm and shield, 
Behind us frown a dense dead wall : 
All waiting for the wink of the Director 
Upon the foe to fall. 

[Aside, to the knoiving. 
Now, as to where they come from, one and all. 
Ask me no questions, and — Yet 'twere as well you 
Knew it. Then keep the secret, and I'll tell you. 
I have lost no time in the matter. I have taken 
My officers from armour-halls forsaken. 
Have cleaned out corridors and chambers dusty 

H 2 


[act IV. 

Of their old iron warriors dim and nisty. 
Where — horse and foot — in the proud attitude 
Of rulers, lording it o'er earth, they stood. 
Once were they Knights, Kings, Kaisers in their mail- 

And now are nothing more than empty snail-shells. 
I'll tell you another secret. Many a spectre 
Hath got into these spoils of old world strife, 
Acting the Medircval to the life. 
Some tiny devil-fry have for the nonce 
Stuck themselves in — I hope 'twill do for once. 
[A/o7(d]. Hark ! how they clink and clatter — with what 

The tin-plates dash, clasli, crash on one another ! 
Banners round banner- staffs are flapping free, 
That for the air of earth had longed impatiently. 
Look well on them — would it not seem to be, 
A People of old times in war-array. 
Uprisen to mingle in this modern fray ? 

\Fearful trjtvipet-sounds from above ; the enejiiy luavrr. 

Faust. The whole horizon darkles, 
Save for a red and boding light 
Portentously that sparkles. 
Stained as with blood are sword and spear ; 
And wood, and rock, and atmosphere, 
And heaven, and earth, are mingling in the fight. 

Mepfi. The right flank's holding firm : the giant frame 
Of Raufebold there works out his bloody game. 

Kais. I saw 07ie arm uplifted ; as I gazed 
T'lvelve were distinctly by one impulse raised. 
This cannot sure be Natural or Right? 

Faust. Think of the cloud-streaks floating by the sea, 
In dawnlight, on the coasts of Sicily ; 
Where mists peculiar give to all men's sight, 
Raised midway above earth, and mirrored bright 
— Strange apparition — cities to and fro 




Waving, and gardens rising, sinking there, 
As picture after picture breaks the air. 

Kais. The thing looks doubtful and suspicious, though 
See you not lightnings from the spear-tops play? 
And of our phalanx, how on every lance, 
Along its bright edge flamelets glide and glance ? 
Spirits, I fear. 

Faust. Sire ! sufier me to say, 

Of Spirit-natures — natures passed away — 
You see the trace. The Dioscuri here. 
Familiar friends, to every seaman dear, 
Propitious meteors, a last parting ray 
Flash ere they vanish. These are friendly gleams. 

Kais. But why should I be thus among the dreams 
Of guardian Nature ? — have for my own share 
This gathering of all things odd and rare ? 
To whom is all this due ? 

Meph. To him alone, 

The mighty Master — him, who to his own 
Prefers thy safety — bears thee in his heart ; 
His is true gratitude, and his the art 
That bids the marvels of all Nature rise, 
To pour confusion on thy enemies. 

Kais. \thoughifully\ They led me forth in state — and 
round me pressed 
Crowds in congratulation and applause. 
I now was something, and I wished to test 
To my own self the something that I was ; 
And so it happened, without much thought, that there 
I chose to exert my high prerogative. 
And bade on that white beard the cool fresh air 
To breathe once more — in mercy bade him live. 
Thus for the priests I spoiled their holiday, 
And little love since then for me have they. 
And — can it be, that after many a year 
Fruits of such accidental act appear ? 



[act IV. 

Faust. The impulse of a generous breast 
In kind act unawares expressed 
Brings rich reward of interest. 
Look up to the sky. If rightly I divine, 
He sends us an intelligible sign. 

Kais. An Eagle sweeps through heaven's blue height : 

A threatening Griffin dogs his flight. 
Faust. Attend ! the sign is favourable. 

Seen in the light of the Ideal, 
The Griffin monster is — a Fable ; 

Thy type — the royal bird — is Real. 
Kais. Now, in widespread circles see them, 

In the air wheel round and round : 
Darting now at one another, 

Head and neck, and breast, they wound. 
Faust. Rascal Griffin ! see him ! hear him, 

Tugged and torn, with wail and shriek, 
Now to save his lion-carcase, 

The high tree-top's refuge seek. 
Kais. Would all were, as I behold it 
In this symbol strange unfolded ! 

Meph. {towards the rig/it\ To our strokes, poured 
thick and fast, 
IMust the foeman yield at last ; 
In the wavering, doubtful fight, 
Down they press upon their Right, 
And their army's Left the foes. 
Weak and straggling, dius expose. 
See ! its point our Phalanx bring 
To the Right, and on the Wing 
Pour its lightnings. Now like Ocean 
Tossed with storm, both hosts rage on — 
Wilder is the strife of Armies. 

Well devised our plan of battle ! 
We the victor}' have won ! 



Kais. \to Faustus on the left]. Are we not in danger 
yonder ? 

Look I must not the Pass be taken ? 
No stones flying to defend it. 
The crags below are now ascended, 
And the rocks above forsaken. 
See the foe, a solid mass, 
Nearer, ever nearer, pressing ! 
Now, methinks, they force the Pass. 

Sad results of arts unholy ! 

Oh this magic hath no blessing ! 

{Pause. Two Ravens appear. 

Meph. My two Ravens come to me ! 
What may now their message be ? 
I fear me, it goes ill with us. 

Kais. Loathsome birds ! still ominous 
Of evil ! Wherefore do they steer 
With black sails hither, from the shock 
Of warring men on yonder rock ? 
— Evil-boding birds ! Why here ? 

Meph. \io the Ravens]. Come to me nearer, yet more 

Come, take your seats, one at each ear • 
Whom you protect need feel no fear — 
Your counsel is so shrewd and clear ; 
And the event is still what you predict. 

Faust, [to the Kaiser]. Have you not heard of Doves 
that come 

From far lands to their brood, their home ? 
Like them, our Ravens here. No doubt 
There is a difference. The Dove 
Brings embassies of peace and love. 
War has its Ravens to send out. 

Meph. And now the message tells of our distress. 
See round the rampart rock how foemen press ! 



[act IV. 

The heights are theirs ! and, could they gain 
'J'he Pass, to guard the Rock were vain. 

Kais. So I am trapped by you at last, 
Caught in the net around me cast ; 
I shuddered from the hour you came. 

Mcph. Courage, we yet may win the game — 
It is not yet played out : the luck 
May turn — have patience — keep up plucL 
The hardest tug is just before 
The moment that the fight is o'er. 
I've trusty messengers to send 
For aid on which we may depend ; 
Give me your order for it, and 
Command me that I niay command. 

Gc)j. \jvho has in the meantime come iip\. Vou have allied 
yourself with these strange men ; 
Through the whole time it has been giving me pain. 
No lasting good comes of these juggling tricks ; 
I don't see why I should at this stage mix 
Myself up with them — I see nothing, in 
Which I could now aid. You let them begin 
The battle ; they may end it. I give back 
The staft' to you. 

Kais. Keep it for better hours, 

That fortune may have yet in store for us. 
I shudder, thinking of the villanous 
Fellow, and his intimacy with those black 
Foul carrion birds, his privy counsellors. 
\To Mephistopheles]. Give you the baton? that would 

scarcely do ! — 
For it, I fancy, you're not just the man ; 
But make your orders. Do the best you can 
For us. My whole dependence is on you. 

\Exit with General. 




Mephistophrlks, Faust us. 

Mephistoplieles, The stupid piece of stick ! — much good 
may it do him, 
Give power and honour and protection to him ! 
Something of a cris-cross was on the baton, 
But little luck 'twould bring to us with that on. 

Faust. What is to do ? 

Meph. Just nothing. All is done. 

\Addresscs the Ravens]. Swart serviceable cousins, good at 

To the great lake among the mountains speed ! 
Greet the Undines in their solitudes. 
And beg from them a show of phantom floods 
Perfect illusion tliis. Through female art 
What is, from what makes it so seem, they part. 
How they do this is difficult to tell — 

Women such secrets as they wish, keep well ! \Pause 
Faust. Why, our black friends, to judge by the event. 

Can flatter ladies to their hearts' content ; 

Your cousins must have more than courtier's skill, 

So soon to win the women to their will. 

Already, see I 'tis dripping, drizzling down, 

And now from many a tall rock's dry bald crown. 

The full free waters rapidly gush out. 

All's over with their victory, not a doubt. 

Meph. Strange greeting this ! What will come next ? 

The boldest climbers are perplexed. 

FauU. Already gurgling hill- top springs unite 

With the strong rush of waters from below. 

Now swell they to a river bold and bright, 

Now, o'er the smooth rock spread in widening flow. 

Race down its sides in thousand threads of light : 

Precipitated thence with foam and flash, 

From ledge to ledge into the valley dash. 



[act IV. 

Where now the hero's strength ? where shield or hehii ? 
Down come the waters wild, o'erpower, o'erwhelm. 
Even I — I cannot see unterrified 
The inundation spreading far and wide. 

Meph. I can see none of these same water-lies, 
They are deceptions but for human eyes. 
I am amused at the confusion 
Rising from a mere illusion — 
Idiots rushing helter-skelter, 
Deeming waves above them welter : 
From a death by water shrinking, 
Kicking, plunging, shrieking, sinking. 
Hear them snorting, puffing, blowing ! — 
All is up with them — they're going. 
A droll mistake— men absolutely drowned. 
Or swimming hard for life, on the dr}' ground. 

{The Ravens return. 
To the high Master I will sound your praise. 
Now for the crowning feat — come, no delays I 
Now — now for our last master-stroke. Off with ye 
To the dwarf people — off to the far smithy, 
Where with unwearied toil 'mong mines unknown, 
They pound to sparkling glitter steel or stone. 
Some of their fire we want — coax, chaffer, chatter, 
Get it — if got, how got is little matter. 
Fire that will glitter, blaze, and run, and scatter — 
Fire such as earth has seldom seen or can see — 
Fire such as I have felt and men may fancy. 

Mere hghtning-flashes no doubt are 
Seen often in the sky afar. 
The sparkle of a shooting star 
iVIay chance on any summer night ; 
But stars that hiss on the damp ground, 
Lightnings on tangled bushes found, 

Are sure no common sight. \Exeu?it Ravens. 

\All is done as described.^ 




Meph. Darkness thick upon the foemen — 

Wandering fires of doubtful omen — 

Steps, that know not where to light, 

In the misdirecting night — 

Lightning flashes everywhere 

BUnding with their sudden glare. 

So far the effect is marvellously line, 

And now for Music in the terror-line. 
Faiisi. The hollow spoils of the old armories 

Are all alive and active in the breeze. 

There they go bang, 

Clatter and clang. 

Clash of diabolic glee. 

Dissonant exceedingly. 
Meph. Now that they are at it, see if it be feasible 

To stop 'em ! Now for knightly knocks and blows ! 

Together in right earnest now they close. 

The fights of the old glorious days renewed : 

Gauntlets and steel sheaths for the shins 

Fighting like Guelphs and Ghibellines 

In the eternal unsubduing feud. 

Hereditary — unappeasable. 

At every devil's-festival 

Works Party-spirit best of all. 

The never-ending Hate, that still begins, 

Heard o'er war-shout, rout and rally — 

Harsh, malignant, sharp, satanic. 

Scattering terror, horror, panic, 

Down the hill-slope — through the valley. 

[ War tumult in the orchestra — at last passvig 
into clear military music. 



[act IV. 

The Anti -Kaiser's ient. TJirune. Rich furniture, 

Habebald, Eilebeute, Trabants. 

Eilebeuie. We're first then from the field of fight. 
Hab. Aye, swift as any raven's flight. 
Eileb. What treasure-heaps are here to win ! 

Where shall we finish? where begin ? 
Jlab. There's so much everywhere to catch ; 

I know not what 1 first shall snatch. 
Eilch. This tapestry will match me quite, 

My bed's so cold and hard at night. 
Hab. A steel club hanging from the shelf. 

— I've long been wishing one myself. 
Eileb. A long red robe with golden seams I 

— Like one I've often seen in dreams. 
Hab. [taking the weapon which he refers to\ 

With this a man's business soon is done — 

Knock him down dead — and then move on. 
\To Eilebeute]. You've been picking up so much 

Mere rags ! how could you think of such ? 

Throw all this rubbish out again ; 

Have at the pay-chest of the men ! 
Eileb. It is too heavy ; I have got 

No strength to lift it from the spot. 
Hab. Duck down there — lose no time — I'll pack 

And bundle it upon your back. 
Eileb. What pain ! I hear my sinews crack ; 

The heavy load will break my back. 

[ The chest falls and springs open. 
Hab. See there ! a heap of red gold lies — 

Swift to it! sweep away the prize. 
Eileb. [stoops down]. Into my lap, aye I throw it swift. 

With what we've got we'll make a shift. 
Hab. Now ycuVe enough — away with you ! 

[Eilebeute stands up. 




Your apron's torn — the coins drop through. 
Where'er you go, and where you stand, 
You're sowing gold-seed o'er the land. 

Enter Trabants of our Emperor. 

Tra. What ! here upon this holy ground ! 

Pillaging Caesar's treasure found ! 
Hah. We lavished life and limb in fight. 

To share the booty is our right ; 

'Tis prize of war — our customed due — 

Remember, we are soldiers too. 
Tra. Soldiers ! — scarce so in our belief. 

Soldiers ! what, soldier too and thief ! 

None near our Emperor's person dear, 

But honest soldiers suffered here ! 
Heb. Pillage with us may be the name — 

Yours, contribution — 'tis the same ; 

On others' means alike we live, 

'Tis all one trade — 'tis " give," still " give." 
\To Eilebeute]. Off with your booty !— off — keep clear 

Of these folks — we've no welcome here. 

\Exeii7it Habebald and Eilebeute. 
\st Tra. You did not hit him going out : 

The rascal ! AVhat were you about ? 
2nd Tra. I do not know — all strength forsook 

My arm ; so spectral was their look. 
^rd Tra. A something bad came o'er my sight ; 

It glimmered — I saw nothing right. 
\th Tra. For my part, I do not know what 

To say — the whole day was so hot. 

Such clinging heat, so terrible : 

And this one stood, and that one fell. 

On groped we, hitting at the foe, 

A man was down at every blow. 



[act IV. 

My car hummed, hissed, whizzed, and there was 

Before my eyes a wavering gauze. 

And on it went ; and here are we. 

And know not how it came to be. [E.xeu/U. 

Kaiser, Princes. Chancellor. 

£;i/cT the Kaiser and four Princes. 

Kais. Well, be it as it may be, then the day at last is 

In hurried flight the scattered foe along the lowland pours. 
Here stands the traitor's empty throne, with tapestry hung 
round ; 

The Anti-Kaiser's treasure see, where it usurps the gTound. 
And here in honoured pomp we stand, guarded by our own 

The Kaiser, waiting to receive the envoys of his lands. 
From all sides happy tidings come — the people's discords 

Everywhere exultation is — the Empire all at peace. 
And if it be that in our aid the arts of Magic wrought, 
Yet We it was, and only We, in very truth that fought. 
The chances of the hour must still in battle's scale be 
thrown ; 

From heaven there falls a shower of blood, from heaven a 

meteor-stone — 
Strange sounds from rocky caverns rise. Our swelling 

hearts rejoice. 
The enemy is smit with fear by that portentous voice. 
The conquered lasting scorn abides; the happy victor 


And praises in his honr of pride the favouring God of 
hosts ; 

All voices now chime in with him, there needs no mandate 
— " Lord, 



We give Thee thanks, we praise Thee,'' is from lliousand 

throats outpoured. 
Then comes, alas ! and not till then, the better hour apart, ' 
When, all alone, the conqueror looks in on his own heart. 
A youthful prince will waste his day, misled by mirth and 

power — 

Years come, and then we feel the deep importance of the 

Therefore, delaying not the act, will I now bind me down, 
With you four worthies, evermore for household, court, and 

[To thefirsf\. The army's well-placed station. Prince, hath 

tested well thy skill, 
And, in the crisis of the day, thine was the guiding will ; 
Work, therefore, as befits the time, when peace is now 


Hereditary Marshal, rise — to thee I give the sword. 

\Hered. Marsha/]. Now in the centre of the realm the 

army's faith is shown. 
Soon at the Empire's bounds to guard thy person and thy 


When thy paternal town is thronged at splendid festival, 
Then be it granted me to range the banquet in the hall. 
Before thee bear I the bright sword, or hold it up beside 
Thy princely steps — the bright sword still in peace or war 
thy pride ! 

Xais. \to the second]. Thou who high courtesy with valour 
dost unite, 

High Chamberlain be thou — the duties are not light. 
First be thou of all the servants of the household — over 

Sorry servants do I find them, evermore in strife and 

Now in this high post of lionour let tliy fair example teach 
Honour meet to lord and subject— courtesy to all and 

«40 FAUSTUS. [act iv. 

///>// CJiam. Thy high thought to express in act, and 

show with fitting grace 
Distinction ever to the best— forbearance to the base ; 
Without one touch of seeming show or shadow of disguise — 
Type of the Emperor's dignity to move in all men's eyes, 
The heart within at peace, and thus diffusing its own 


And Cxsar's presence, who approves and knows me as I 

am — 

High boon is this ; but on bold wing should Fancy, far 

Move onward to that feast of feasts, that long-expected 

day : 

When thou goest to the table, the lordly ewer of gold 
I reach to thee — and in that hour for thee the rings I 

When the Imperial hand would seek refreshment and 

Rejoicing in the water, as I gladden in thy sight. 

Kais. Too serious cares unfit me now for all festivity; 

But to begin with cheerfulness is best — so let it be. 

\To the third]. Thee I choose as the Chief Butler, and from 
henceforth unto thee, 

Chase, and poultry-yard, and homestead, farm, and farm- 
yard subject be. 

To myself the choice reserving of such dish as I love best ; 

As each month in its succession brings them. See them 
fitly drest. 

Chief Butler. Fasting strict be mine for ever, till before 
my lord is placed, 
Each month, in its due succession still, the dish that meets 
his taste. 

All whose service is in kitchen shall with me in union here, 
Still anticipate the seasons — make the distant climate near; 
But thy simple tastes are better pleased by meats that 
strengthening are, 




Than by those before their season forced, or hither brought 
from far. 

Kats. [to the fonrfJi]. As ordering of feasts must now our 
only topic be, 
Young hero, into Cupbearer I metamorphose thee. 
Chief Cupbearer from this day forth, an anxious duty thine, 
That richly stored our cellar be with best of generous wine ; 
But thine own course in festive hour still temperately steer, 
Nor tempted be to overstep the bounds of sober cheer. 
Cupbearer. Youth, Prince — if you in youth full confidence 
repose — 

To m.anhood's strength and stature in a moment grows ; 
And such great change shall this high office work in me, 
To bear me meetly when that feast of crowning joy shall be. 
Then shall the Emperor's buffet shine with silver and with 

From cups and vases glittering there in splendour manifold ; 
But for thyselfshall I select the brightest cup and best: 
The Venice glass that virtue hath unknown to all the rest. 
Joy lurks in the bright Venice glass that in the wine creates 
A finer flavour ; thus it cheers and not inebriates. 
In such a treasure as this cup one may too much confide : 
Prince ! your own temperance is still a safer guard and 

Kais. These gifts, in seriousness conferred, the Kaiser's 
word makes sure ; 
Yet written witness should there be, and formal signature. 
And lo ! for this the fitting man comes at the hour most 

[Add7'esses the Archbishop, 7vho enters.'] 
To the supporting keystone when the vaulted arch is knit. 
The builder then hath framed his work for ages infinite. 
Thou seest these princes four ; with them our solemn com- 
pact made 

Foundation firm of governance for Ho^ise and Court has 



[act IV. 

But what the Kin;jiic as a whole concern?, and thus 

Counsel of weight, ye princely five, I place it in your hands. 
Possession of far-spreading lands should still your rank 
evince : 

Land is — it ought to be — one great distinction of a Prince ; 
Therefore of your dominions now do I enlarge the bounds, 
And of these traitors give to you the confiscated grounds; 
To you, my faithful friends, these lands in full and free 

I give and grant, with ample power to hold and to maintain, 
By purchase to extend, or by barter to increase, 
All right of their old owners for evermore to cease. 
And o'er the lands I give to-day, and that already yours, 
The fullest rights of sovereignty this grant to you secures ; 
— You to decide, in courts of law, such pleas as may arise ; 
From your tribunal no appeal to other judgment lies. 
With tribute, taxes, tithes, and toll, safe-conduct, duty-wine. 
Mintage, and salt, and royalties of mountain and of mine. 
I have raised you, that my gratitude may be to all men 

In rank next to the majesty of the Imperial throne. 

A?'c/i. I, in the name of all, give deep-felt thanks to thee. 
Thou strengthenest us, and thus thyself wilt henceforth 
stronger be. 

Kais. To you, five princes, higher honours yet I give. 
I live, and for my kingdom's sake still should I wish to live ! 
Yet are there feelings linked with the far past. 
That their own sadness on the spirit cast : 
The chain of my high ancestors passed from the earth, to 

I pass from the brisk stir of life, brings thoughts that have 
their gloom. 

I, too, must part from you, my friends, and when, in His 
good hour. 

I shall have gone, then be it yours to name the Emperor : 




On the high altar raise him up, there crowned in solemn 
form ; 

And thus in perfect peace shall end, what heretofore was 

Arc/i. \as Chancellor]. With lonely gesture, and with 
hearts where proud feelings have birth, 
Bending before thee princes stand, the mightiest of the 

As long as the true blood stirs the full veins, we still 
Shall be a body ever moved by impulse of thy will. 

Xm's. And finally, what we to-day have done, we would 
make fast 

By writing, that to future times as solemn proof may last. 
Princes, I give you in your lands dominion full and free, 
With only this condition, that they undivided be, 
And that however you increase the lands that \Ve bestow, 
They to the eldest son shall still invariably go. 
A?r/i. [czs Chancellor]. This, to ourselves, and to the 

realm, a most important measure, 
To parchment I shall now confide, as Chancellor, with 

pleasure : 

That it be written fair and sealed, the Chancery will make 
sure ; 

To give effect to it, you add the holy signature. 
Kais. And now this council I dismiss, that each one of 
you may 

Ponder collectedly upon the acts of this great day. 

[Exeunt Temporal Princes. 

T/ie Archbishop remains and speaks in a pathetic tone. 

Arch, The Chancellor has gone ! the Bishop still is 
. here ! 

xA.n earnest warning spirit has forced him to your ear ; 
He sees thee with a father's heart, a father's love and fear. 
Kais. What mean you? Speak! Why tremble in this 
hour of happy cheer ? 

2U FAUSTUS. [act IV. 

Arch. In a sad liour, with bitter pangs, do 1 behold, 
alas I 

Thy crowned and consecrated head in league with Satanas. 
Your crown has been secured to you, 'twould so seem, 'gainst 
all hope, 

But with no blessing from on high, no sanction from the 

Upon thy sinful land ere long in judgment he will sit. 
And with his holy lightnings strike, annihilating it. 
He hath not, how could he forget that strange portentous 

Of yours, the day tiiat you were crowned, and the magician 
freed ; 

When from the diadem, to all good Christians grief and 

The first beam of its mercy glanced on that accursed head ? 
Beat on thy breast in penitence ! Oh ! think of thy soul's 

And give some little to the Church of all that demon-wealth. 
Where, listening to the prince of Ues, you sinned — oh ! 
chiefly there, 

'Twere fitting to atone for sin, and evil done repair. 
Ivly counsel take — 'tis for your sake I chiefly speak, believe 

That very spot, why should you not to pious uses give it ? 
Oh ! sanctify the broad hill-space where thy tent stood, and 

The evil spirits, aiding thee, in batde active were : 
And give the mountain and the wood, that league on league 

And the pasture-land beginning just where the woodland 
ends ; 

Bright lakes alive with fish, and brooks tliat from the moun- 
tain's crown 

Wind numberless along the slopes, then to the vale leap 
down ; 


FA US r US, 


And the broad vale, oh! dedicate, with meadow-land and 

Repentance thus expressed finds grace, and never pleads in 

Kais. Thinking upon my heavy crime, such terrors on me 

I leave it to yourself to fix at will the boundaries. 

Arch. First, then, be the polluted land, defiled by magic 

For ever to the service of the Highest set apart. 
Already I in spirit see the stately walls aspire, 
Already feel the morning sun's first rays light up the choir. 
The rising structure to a cross enlarges and extends ; 
Believers see with joy the nave that lengthens and ascends ; 
The faithful through rich portals stream, borne on with 
burning zeal, 

And over vale, and over hill, is heard the bell's first peal ; 
From towers, that heavenward point and strive, rings the 

far- echoed sound — 
There, kneeling down, the penitent a better life hath 


And at the dedication day — oh ! would that it were now — 
And kneeling in that church — thy gift — such penitent wert 

Kais. Oh ! may this pious work avail to-day, 
To praise the Lord, and put my sin away ! 
Already, in the thought sublime, above myself I feel. 

Arch. I, as the Chancellor, arrange formality and seal. 

Kais. Prepare the fitting document, purporting to secure 
This to the Church, and I'll with joy affix my signature. 

Arch, [takes /eave, but immediately returns\ And to the 
work, as it proceeds, must thou too dedicate 
Land-dues, benevolences large, and tribute, rent, and rate 
For ever. To support the staff with money you should 
aid ; 

The bursar and the auditor must not be underpaid. 

246 FAUSTUS. [act iv. 

That the building may go quickly on, you cannot, sure, 

From the plunder of the enemy, an oftering of gold. 
We also shall have need — the thing admits not of dis- 
guise — 

Of foreign timber, lime, and slate, and of them large 

The carriage will cost nothing : we'll have orators addressing 
The crowd, to preach who serves the Church may reckon 
on her blessing." [Exii. 
Kais. Grievous and heavy is the sin wherewith I've 
burthened me ; 
These odious sorcerers bring me to a sad extremity. 

A7'ch. [frfunis again zvith a deep ohcisance\. 
Pardon me, Sire. The sea-shore of the realm to that bad 

Has been conveyed; yet will he fall under the Church's 

Unless, repentant, to the Church from all that land you 

Tithes, contributions, rents and rates, and dues derivative. 
Kais. 'i'cxed\. The land : Call you that '* land," o'er- 

flowed by ocean vast ? 
Arch. Where patience and good title are, possession 

comes at last. 

For us may your all-gracious word inviolate remain ! \Exit. 
Kais. \alo7ie\. What will he next, perhaps, demand? — The 
realm o'er which I reign ? 

ACT v.] 



Open Country. 
Wanderer. Baucis. Philemon. 

Wanda-ir. Yes ! 'tis their dusk grove of linden, 

Strong in undecaying age ; 
And shall I again behold them, 

After years of pilgrimage ? 
Still the same old place — see yonder ! 

See the hut that sheltered me, 
When upon these downs the billows 

Flung me from the stormy sea ! 
Oh ! that I once more could greet them — 

My old hosts — even then they were 
Old. And can I hope to meet them ? 

Earnest, active, kindly pair ! 
Oh ! but they were kindly people I 

Shall I knock ? or with my voice 
Question gently? Do my old friends 

Still in doing good rejoice ? 
Bauds \a very old worn an\ Sofdy ! softly ! gentle stranger, 

To his rest the old man leave ; 
Strength for their short hours of waking 

Still from sleep the old receive. 
Wand. Say then, love you still, dear mother. 
Still to hear my thanks again ? 
By thy kind act and thy husband's 
Rescued. Many years since then ! 
Art thou Baucis, she, whose nurture 
To my cold lips called back life? 

Philemon enters. 

Thou, Philemon, who my treasure 
Saved amid the billows' strife ? 



[ act v. 

How the rapid fire you liglitcd 
Threw its blaze o'er ocean drear ! 
How that night amid the tempest 
Rang your small bell's silvery cheer ! 

Let me move a few steps onward 
Let me view the boundless sea ! 
Let me kneel in thankful prayer 
My full heart oppresses me. 

[Morrs rapidly over the doums. 

Phil \to Baucis]. Hasten now to spread the table 
'Mong the garden's cheerful trees ; 
Let him run, and, struck with wonder, 
Start back, doubting all he sees. 

[Follo7iis him. 

Phil. \to ihc Wanderer]. Where the sea in savage fury 
Wave on foaming wave once rolled, 
Now you see a happy garden, 
P\iir as Eden was of old. 

Gone was my poor strength — too feeble 

To have aided ; weak like me, 
Shrank the waves, till then unconquered, 

Shrank in fear the mighty sea. • 

Eold hands toiled, heads directed, 
Dikes and dams shut out the sea ; 

Ocean's old rights they invaded, 
Lords, where lie had ruled, to be. 

See ! in green waves meadows rolling ! 

Pastures, garden, woodland, town ! 
But the evening bids us homeward. 

Come ! — the sun is sinking down. 

ACT v.] 


Sails move inward from the distance, 
For the night to port repair ; 

Birds, that know their nests, I warrant, 
For a haven now is there ! 

Far away in the dim distance, 

First the sea's blue fringe you trace ; 

Right and left, see, fields and gardens 
Crowd the thickly peopled space. 

The " Three " at table in the Garden. 

Bail, [to Wanderer]. Are you dumb r — and not 

To your famished lips you move ! 
F/iil. He may wish to hear of wonders, 

And to tell of such you love. 
Bau. Wonders ! Prodigies of Magic ! 

What was done still troubles me. 

It was nothing good, I warrant — 

Nothing such as ought to be. 
F/u7. Would the Kaiser, were it evil, 

Then, have granted him the shore ? 

Heard we not the trumpet tell it 

As the herald passed our door ? 

Near this very door was planted 

The first foot ; then tents were seen ; 

Cottages ; and now a palace 

Rises with its verdant screen. 
Bau. All in vain men slaved by daylight — 

Axe and shovel — blows on blows. 

'Twas at night where the red flamelets 

Swarmed, at dawn the dam arose. 

There, no doubt, bled human victims ; 

Shrieks of pain through night we heard ; 

And, where waves of fire flowed seaward, 


[act v. 

A canal at dawn appeared. 

'Tis a godless man ! he covets 

This our little cot, our wood. 

Neighbour call you him ? Subjection 

Comes with such man's neighbourhood. 
Phil. Yet he makes us ample otfer — 

Homestead fair in the new land I 
Ban. Trust not land lha tlate was water ; 

On the high ground keep thy stand. 
Phil. !Move we onward to t'ne chapel, 

The last sunbeams to behold ; 

Kneel, and with the bell make music — 

God our refuge, as of old. \_Excimt. 

Extensive Pleasure-garden ; large straight Canal. Faustus, 
in extreme old age, walking about, meditating. 

Lynceus\ihe warder oftlie tower, through a speaking trumpet']. 
Sunset ! In its pleasant glimmer, 
The last vessels seek the bay. 
Hither, see ! a stately wherry 
Up the long canal makes way. 
Now the gay barque's coloured streamers, 
Now the joyous masts appear. 
Thee the mariner wave-wearied 
Blesses, glad to rest him here. 

[_The little bell sounds on the dozens. 
Faust. \sfarts\ Damned ringing ! vile mean tinklings ! — 

A treacherous arrow's stings they strike. 
Before me, far and wide, extend 
My fair dominions without end ; 
Behind me jars this envious thing's 
Vile babble, evermore that rings 
Its dissonance into my ear. 

ACT v.] 


Are my lands mine? or can I feel 
Them mine, when that distracting peal 
Is everlastingly heard here ? 
The linden field, the cottage brown, 
The old church mossed and mouldering down, 
They are not mine ; and should I there 
Wish to enjoy myself, the air 
Oppresses me, my heart grows chill 
In the strange shadows on that hill : 
Thorns to my eyes, thorns to my feet are they — 
Torture ! Oh ! would that I were far away. 
Ly?i. \fro7n above\. How joyously, in the fresh evening 

Up tlie canal the gay barque hither sails ! 

How rapidly it nears us, with its store 

Of huge chests, bags, and boxes crowded o'er ! 

\A beautiful barque , 7-icJily laden with the produce of 

foreign climes^ now appears; Mephistopheles 

and his " Three " disenihai-k. 
Chor. [to Faustus]. We're at home : we are on land ; 

'Twas a prosperous sail. 

Hail to thee. Master ! 

Patron ! all hail ! [The goods are landed, 

Meph. We have done not badly here, 
Happy if our patron praise ! 
Vessels twenty now have we ; 
With but two we went to sea. 
See ! what booty, see ! what gear 
Our full-laden barque displays. 
The free sea makes the spirit free. 
Of right or wrong but little care. 
Nor much of ceremony there. 
'Tis ready eye and rapid grip ; 
'Tis seeing, snapping, fish or ship. 
And thus a third ship to our two 
We added, and a fourth pursue. 


[act v. 

Ill fares the fifth that looms in sight ; 
'Tis ours as sure as might makes right 
The ic'haf, and not the /i07c\ for me. 
— I think I ought to know the sea. 
War, and trade, and piracy, 
One in spirit arc all three I 

T/ie " Three'' No thanks, nor greeting, 
Nor word, nor smile I 
As if what we brought 

Were worthless and vile. 
With a scowl of dislike, 

With disgust and displeasure, 
He has turned him away. 
As despising the treasure. 
MepJi. Off with you — you are paid — you've had your 
due — 

— Retained it — there is nothing now for you. 

The " Three:' What we kept of it 
Was our perquisite. 
I'd have you to know we have all done our duty. 
And our right is an equal share of the booty. 

[ The lading is remerced, 
Meph. First the costly spoils together 
Place in order, row on row. 
Store on store ; and when to-morrow 
He beholds the splendid show, 
He will look at all with calmness, 
And reward you as is meet — 
AA'ith free hand his lavish bounty 
Feast on feast will give the fleet. 
The gay birds come with morning's light ; 
I'll see to it, that all goes right. 

{The lading is stored. Exeimt The " Three." 

Meph. \to Faustus]. With clouded looks and heavy brow, 
What Fortune sends, regardest thou. 

ACT v.] 


Think on the victories that crown 
Thy wisdom, sea and land made one. 
Welcoming, the sea receives 
The barque, that with gay flag unfurled 
The happy shore exulting leaves. 
Here, Lord of Earth, from this thy throne, 
Here, from thy palace, rule the world. 
Land — sea — and all that is— thine own ! 
'Twas here the works began. Here stood 
The first poor shed of rough-hewn wood. 
Here, where plashes now the oar, 
Their lines through clay the delvers tore. 
Here did thy science, and the hands 
Obeying still thy high commands, 

Join land and sea. Here 

Faust. Cursed be 

This Here ! — 'tis torture — 'tis disgust : 
From your experienced eye I must 
Not seek to hide that, sting on sting, 
It wounds my heart ; nor can I name 
The cause without a sense of shame. 
Surely — yes, surely — 'tis a thing 
In which the old folks on the hill 
Ought to give up to mine their will. 
I wished to have the linden field : 
Obstinate fools ! — they will not yield. 
The world is mine, but all its joy 
Those few trees, not my own, destroy. 

There would I, for the prospect's sake, 
From bough to bough my scaffolds run, 
And vistas through the branches make 
To gaze on all that I have done. 
Thence overlook, as from a tower. 
Wide lands for man's dwelling won, 
Noblest work of human power. 




Flowing thence the master-mind 
Would to all glad impulse give, 
And its own enjoyment find 
In the joys that round it live. 

'Tis too bad. \\'hat we have of weal 
\\q feel not. What we want we feel. 
The lindens, and the little bell, 
The tinkling, and the heavy smell, 
Bring round me mists of church and grave. 
The ^Vill that made all bend in fear 
Breaks — breaks upon this sand-bank here. 
Rings but that little bell, I rave. 

Meph. Of course ! — There never was a moment yet. 
That something did not come to make you fret. 
Here, I must own, your anger's just. 
There's not a noble ear but must 
Hear this ding-dong with deep disgust. 
The dismal boom with vapour-clouds 
The cheerful sky of evening shrouds ; 
From birth-day bath to burial time 
For ever sounds the dreary- chime. 
Till it makes Man's life almost seem 
'Twixt peal and peal a ding-dong dream. 

Faust. How is it that they hold out still ? 
— What obstinacy of self-will ! 
All from the sea that I have won 
Is spoiled — undone all I have done. 
— Torture ! How is a man to deal 
With such folk, who can neither feel 
Their own nor others' good ? One must 
At last grow tired of being just ! 

Meph. I see no difficulty in the case. 
— Are you not bound to colonise the place } 




Faust. Just on the bounds of my own grounds, there is a 
little cot 

I've chosen there, for the old pair. Go ! place them in 
that spot. 

Me ph. \Jiuinming half to himself\. Aye! pluck them up, 
and carry them off, and lay them down ; and then, 
Before you have time to look about, they're on their legs 

To be sure, such shocks and violent knocks they may think 

an outrageous thing; 
But field and farm are a capital charm good temper back 

to bring. Whistles shrilly. 

Enter The Three." 

Come ! 'tis the master's bidding meet \ 
To-morrow he will feast the fleet. 

The " Three.'' The old master's ! He with scorn and 

Has treated us — the feast's our right. 

Meph. [to the Audience]. What Jong ago was done, is done 
here too. 

The tale of Naboth's vineyard is not new. 

Deep Night. 

Lynceus [the Warder, on his tower singing]. 
At birth was I gifted 
With quick powers of seeing, 
And Nature and Fortune 
For once are agreeing. 
On the height of his watch-tower. 
The warder's employment, 
While he glances around, 
Is but change of enjoyment. 
I gaze on the distant, 



[act V, 

I look on the near, 
On the moon and the bright stars. 
The wood and the deer. 
All that I look on 
Is lovely to see ; 
I am happy, and all things 
Seem happy to me. 
Glad eyes look around ye, 
On earth or in air, 
Gaze where ye will, 
For still all things are fair ! 

Other scenes than of delight 
Reach the warder on his height. 
Ha ! what clouds of horror breathe 
From the world of gloom beneath ! 
Spark on spark upshoots in spray 
Through the lindens' double night. 
— How the strong glow rends his way, 
Swelling, panting with the breeze, 
Bristling into fiercer light ! 
Ha ! the cottage in the trees, 
AVhere the heavy moss had grown 
Over moist and mouldering stone, 
Blazes ! Oh that help were near ! 
— Hand to rescue, none is here ! 
Alas ! the kindly good old pair 
Who, some years since, watched with such care 
Night after night their beacon-fire, 
— Thus to perish ! Higher, higher, 
'Mid stifling smoke-clouds flames the flame. 
In dusk-red light, through the black night. 
Stands out distinct the mossy frame. 
— Oh, that shelter could be found them 
From the wild hell raging round them ! — 
Tongues of light tiash up between 


ACT v.] 



The leaves, and through the branchy sprays ; 

Dry flickering boughs have caught the blaze, 

And burning fierce and fast fall in. 

Misery such sight to see ! 

Why hath this power of vision been 

Bestowed, alas ! on me ? 

The litde lowly chapel roof 

Is breaking down : it is not proof 

Against the crush and weight of all 

The burning boughs that on it fall. 

Serpenting, the sharp flames seize 

The upper twigs of the old trees ; 

Down, the hollow stems are purpled 

To the roots in turbid glow. \_Long pause. Song. 

What the eye so loved is vanished 
With the years of long ago. 

Faust. \on the Balcony toward the do7Vfis\. 
What a strange whimpering plaint from the watch-tower ! 
The word is here, and the lament, too late. 
My warder wails it ; would 'twere in my power 
To make undone the deed precipitate ! 
Of the old lindens scarce some half-burned stem 
Remains. 'Tis well that we are rid of them. 
Aye ! that's the very spot on which to place 
A terrace to look out on boundless space ; 
To see among the happy dwellings there 
The new home of that stubborn strange old pair. 
They soon will learn to thank me and to praise 
For all life's blessings in life's closing days — 
Feel how much I have served them, and the sight 
Of their contentment will give me delight. 


FAUST us. 

[act v. 

Mephistopheles and tmk "Three'' [belo7v\ 

Meph. We're here, full trot. I wish things had 

Gone better ; — not that they are bad. 

We knocked, we kicked ; but not a bit 

Of the old folk would open it. 

We kicked and shook it all the more ; 

And down came the old rotten door. 

We called aloud with curse and threat ; 

But not an answer could we get. 

They did not hear us— would not hear — 

Met our demand with a deaf ear. 

This is, you know, the common trick : 

So on we went — knock, push, and kick. 

We were your agents, and, no doubt, 

Must do the work we came about. 

AVe had no loitering, no debate ; 

We've done your work — cleared your estate. 

The poor old couple sank outright ; 

Suffered no pain — they died of fright. 

A stranger, who was for the night, 

By some chance, sleeping there, showed fight — 

Would not keep quiet, though ill-matched 

With our force. Him we soon dispatched. 

In the confusion of the fray / 

The straw caught fire — some cinders lay 

Scattered about. 'Tis blazing free ; 

The funeral death-pile of the three. 
Faust. Distraction ! Would that you had been 
Deaf to my words, or not deaf to their sense \ 
Peaceful exchange I wished, not \'iolence. 
Your act was plunder, merciless, and worse — 
Murder. I curse it. You and it I curse. 
CJwr. The old saying rings loud in my ear at this hour : 
*' Strive, heart and hand, in the service of Power, 

ACT v.] 



Strive to the utmost, and risk in the strife 
Life, honour, and wealth, you lose honour, wealth, 
life ! " 


Faustus on the Balcony^ looking towards the burning 

Faust. The fading stars their glance and glow 
Hide. The fire sinks aad flickers low ; 
And, fanning it, a breeze blows cold, 
And smoke and mist toward me are rolled. 
Rash word ! rash deed ! What can it be 
Sweeps hither — spectral, shadowy? 

Enter Four Grey Women. 

First. I am Want. 
Second. And Fm 

By men called Guilt — Debt — Crime. 
Third. A nd I am Care. 

Fourth. And men call me Misery^ 

Distress, and Dire Necessity. 

Three of them. The door is barred and bolted hard, 
And we have 710 way to enter in. 
^Tis a rich man's home to which we have come, 
And we have no wish to enter in. 

First. I fade into shadoiv. 

Second. I cease to be. 

Fourth. The spoiled child of Fortune will turn from ?ne, 
Displeased at the presence of Misery. 

Care. Will see not what he has no wish to see. 

First. Sisters — grey sisters — aivay let us glide. 

Secojid. Away and away ! I am still at thy side. 

Fourth. And 1 at thy heels follow fast as a breath 
Of the wandering vapour. 




T/me The clouds are t/iickening, (lie stars are sickening 
From beneath— fast and fast— from afar— from afar — 
From belou' — from bclo7i> — to the place zuhere ne arc — 
Comes another — our brother, 
^ee ye him I feel ye him i knoiu ye him ? — Death. 

Faust, Four came — I saw them — and could only sec 
Three going. And the odd talk cf the three. 
As they went hence, what could its meaning be? 
I caught some few strange murmurs — Care, and Crime, 
And Death — the burthen of their dreary rhyme. 
The hollow tones breathed an unearthly chill, 
And through me yet they have not ceased to thrill. 
^V'ere my path once but from this Magic free, 
Forgotten all these words of Sorcery, 
Stood I alone, O Nature, before thee 
j\Ian, and but Man, 'twere worth the trouble to be 
A man. 

Such was I once, but I must grope 
And dabble in the dark — must' blot out hope- 
Must curse myself, and curse the world without. 
These phantoms everywhere now float about 
Through the thick air. Go where one will, one meets 
The same perplexities — the same deceits. 
If but one day seem tolerably bright, 
Wild dreams will come disquieting the night. 
From the fresh fields we come with joyous cheer, 
And a bird croaks. What croaks he ? Danger near. 
By Superstition morn and eve beset, 
And never free from her entangling net ; 
Divorced from Nature's life, each accident 
Takes shape ; is sign, and omen, and porte^it , 
And we — unmanned by terror — stand alone. 
— The door creaks — none comes in. Is any one 
There ? — 

Care. Tiie question is its own reply. 

ACT v.] 




A voice ! Whom hear I speaking ? 

// is 1. 

Away with thee ! 

Fm where I have good right 

To be. 

Faust, [to himself— first angry., then recovering]. 
Take heed, and speak no spell to-night. 
Care. Heard not by the outward ear, 

In the heart I am a Fear, 

And from me is no escape. 

Every hour I change my shape, 

Roam the highway, ride the billow, 

Hover round the anxious pillow. 

Ever found, and never sought. 

Flattered, cursed. Oh ! know you not 

Care ? Know you not Anxiety } 
Faust. I've but run through the world ; and all, that 

Or promised pleasure, eagerly have seized : 

What fled I thought no more of, nor pursued 

Even with a wish the evanescent good : 

Desired, and had, and new desires then formed, 

And thus through life impetuously stormed, 

In Power and Greatness first 'twas mine to live ; 

And now, in Wisdom's walks contemplative. 

Of Earth I know enough. To aught beside 

Of other worlds all access is denied. 

Madness ! to search beyond with prying eyes. 

And feign or fancy brethren in the skies. 

Let Man look round him here ! Here plant his foot ! 

The world is to the active never mute. 

We know but what we grasp. What need have we 

Of thoughts that wander through eternity ? 

Your demons of above, and of below. 

At their free pleasure let them come and go. 

Of goblins' freaks the wise nor knows nor cares, 



[act v. 

But says, 1 go my own way, and they theirs." 
And thus, come good, come evil, let him stride 
Onward, and onward — still unsatisfied ! 
Care. Whom I once have made my own 

All the life of life finds gone. 

Gloom of more than night descending 

On his steps is still attending. 

Morning never on his path 

Rises. Sunset none he hath. 

Shape unchanged, and senses whole, 

— But with darkness of the soul. 

Having all things, and possessing 

Nothing ; poisoning every blessing ; 

At each change of fortune whining, 

In abundance poor and pining ; 

All things, speak they joy or sorrow 

Still postponing to the morrow ; 

Ever of the future thinking ; 

Ever from the present shrinking ; 

And the dream goes on for ever. 

And the coming time comes never. 
Faust. Cease : you talk nonsense. You'll make nothing 
of me. 

1 will not listen to a word of it. Off with thee I 
This wild witch-litany is bad 
Enough to drive the wisest mad. 
Care. Will he come, or will he go ? 

Who can answer yes or no ? 

Purposes postponed, forsaken, 

All resolve is from him taken. 

On the beaten road he loses 

Still his way, and bypaths chooses j 

Still some devious track pursuing. 

All things still by slant lights viewing ; 

Helplessly on friends relying ; 

Scarcely living, yet not dying ; 

ACT v.] 


His is endless vacillation, 
— Not despair, not resignation — 
Restless — never more partaking 
Calm of sleep or joy of waking ; 
All that others do resenting ; 
All that he hath done repenting ; 
All he hath not done regretting ; 
All he ought to do forgetting ; 
Lingering, leaving ; longing, loathing ; 
Ripe for Hell and good for nothing ! 
Faust. Ill-boding s-oectres ! you in many ways 
The current of man's lappiness derange, 
And even the calm of ineventful days 
Cloud and i>erplex, and into torture change. 
I know from demons none can make him free, 
Break the strong bands that spirit to spirit unite ; 
But creeping Care, lour as thou wilt, thy might 
I never will acknowledge. Hence with thee ! 
Care Feel it then ! As fast I flee, 
With a curse I part from thee ; 
Men are blind their whole life long. 
Faustus, at life's closing, be 
Blind. My curse I breathe on thee. 
Faust. \blinci\. Deeper and deeper fast comes on 

But pure within shines unobstructed light ; 
What I've thought out I hasten to fulfil. 
The Master's bidding is the true power still. 
Up, serfs, to work ! and let my bold design 
Before the eyes in outward beauty shine. 
Up, lazy serfs ! up all ! seize shovel and spade, 
Set to work briskly where the lines are laid. 
To perfect the great work I plan demands 
One ruling spirit and a thousand hands ! 



[ACT V. 

Forecourt of the Pa /arc. — Torches. 

Mephistopheles, Lemurs, Faustus. 

Mephistopheles [leading the luay as overseer']. 
Come on ! come on ! come in ! come in ! 

Ye Lemurs, patched together ; 
Nerves, muscles, loose bones, bags of skin, 
Half-naturals, come hither ! 

F?iter Lemurs. 

Chorus of Lemurs. 

IVe are at Jmiid ; and your cofnmand 

As we half understood it^ 
Is thatw2 drain a patch ef land 
Apt to be overfiooded. 

The pointed stakes, they all are he7'e, 
And chaifis with which to measure. 

If we but knnu what we've to do ; 
Pray tell us whafs your pleasure ? 

Meph. Little need here of science, or of skill, 
Or measuring lines ; if but the longest will 
At his full length lay him down on the ground, 
And the rest of you scrape the sods up round, 
Just to mark the dimensions — it is what 
We have done for our fathers all — man's common lot. 
Aye, dig away — just lengthen out that square, 
Scoop the sand up — make the hole deeper there. 
— Still from the palace to the narrow house 
Beside it — the one road ! 'Twas ever thus. 

Lcm. \iligging 'with bantering gestiires\. 
I lived and loved, and I was youfig, 

A nd thought it 7iias so srceet ; 
And I was young, and played and sung^ 
And tnerry we7it my feet. 

ACT V ] 



But now old Age, the spiteful knave^ 

Has hit me with his crutch : 
I sttunhled on an open grave, 

Their heedlessness was such ! 

Faust, \coniing out of the Palace, feeling his way along the 
door-posts \. 
What a delight to heart and ear 
This stir of spades at work to hear ; 
All, that owe service for their land, 
Are active in the work at hand, 
— Earth with itself to reconcile. 
Fix limits to the wild waves' race, 
And bind the sea with firm embrace. 
Meph. Aye, and for us you're working all the while. 
Oh ! what a banquet will your dam and dike 
To 'Neptune the sea devil give belike ; 
Any Vv'ay, they and you both go to ruin. 
The Elements for evermore are doing 
Our work. Our sworn friends, they and we are one : 
All things still into nothing running on ! 
Faust. Overseer ! 
Meph. Here ! 

Faust. Bring hither man on man, 

Labourers in crowds, as many as you can ; 
Give all they wish or want ; pay any price ; 
Press them into the works ; persuade, entice. 
Let me each day know what they have been doing ; 
Let true account be given me — take thou heed 
No time be lost — how dike and dam proceed. 

Meph. \Jialf aloud\ With other dam and dike, it would 
appear — 

Than that which soon will tuck him in — most clear. 
That the old man has little business here. [swamp 
Faust. \to JLiniself\ Along the mountain range a poisonous 
O'er what I've gained breathes pestilential damp. 



[act v. 

'1 o drain the fetid pool off— were that done, 
Then were, indeed, my greatest triumph won. 
To many milHons ample space 'twould give, 
Not safe, indeed, from inroad of the sea. 
But yet, in free activity to live. 

— Green fruitful fields, where man and beast are found 

Dwelling contentedly on the new ground; 

Homes, nestling in the shelter of the hill 

Ui)rolled by a laborious people's skill ; 

A land like paradise within the mound, 

Though the sea rave without to o'erleap its bound, 

Or nibbling at it, sapping, plashing, win 

Its way, impetuously to rush in. 

All, with one impulse, haste to the sea-wall, 

Repel the mischief that endangers All. 

For this one only object do I live. 

To the absorbing thought myself I give. 

Freedom like Life — the last best truth we learn — 

Man still must conquer, and in conquering earn ; 

And, girded thus by danger. Childhood here 

Grey Age and Man and Boy work out the year. 

Oh ! could I see such throngs, could I but stand 

With a free people, and upon free land ! 

Then might I to such moment of delight 

Say, " Linger with me, thou that art so bright 1 " 

Ne'er shall the traces of my earthly day 

Perish in lapsing centuries away. 

Anticipating moment such as this, 

Even now do I enjoy the highest bliss ! 

\_Sinks back ; Lemurs lay him on i)ie ground. 
Meph. And this the spirit that nothing can appease .' 
No joys give hini content, no pleasures please — 
Still hankering after strange stray fantasies. 
The empty moment, that amused him last. 
Infatuated, he would fain hold fast. 
He, who against me made so stiff a stand. 

ACT v.] 



Time is his master now — aye, there he is, 
The grey old man stretched out upon the sand. 
The clock stands still. 

Chor. Stands still. 

Is silent as midnight. 

The hand falls. 

Meph. Falls. 'Tis finished : and all's right. 

Chor. All's past away — gone by. 

Meph. Gone by ! There is no meaning in the word ! 
Gone by?— all's over, then. Gone by? — absurd. 
Gone by and utter Nothing are all one : 
Why, then, does this Creating still go on ? 
Gone by ? What means it? — What a sorry trade ! 
Making, and making nothing of what's made. 
And then this nothing evermore we see 
Making pretence a something still to be. 
So on it goes, the same dull circle spinning — 
'Twere better with the Eternal Void beginning ! 


Lemurs, Mephistopheles, Devils {Long-horjis and 
Short'hor7is)^ Heavenly Host, Choir of Angels. 

Lemur S^solo\ And who hath built the house so ill 

With shovel and with spade ? 
Lemurs [chorus]. For thee, damp guest in hempen vest^ 

Lt all too well was made. 
Lemur \sold\. A?id zuho the hall hath decked so ill ? 

— No chairs, nor table any. 
Lemurs [chorus]. The lodging-house was let at will, 

The claimants are so many. 
Meph. There lies tlie body, and when the spirit flies 

I meet him straightway with the blood-signed scroll — 
A title, one would fancy, free from doubt; 



[act v. 

But, now-a-days, they have so many ways 

To chouse the devil of a hard-won soul. 

The old road s scarce in fashion — has ruts on it — 

On the new short work of us poor devils is made — 

We are not known there in the way of trade ; 

In the old time, I could alone have done it. 

To catch him I must call up other aid. 

All now goes wrong— old customs disregarded. 
Old rights are trampled down — old rules discarded. 
Why, in the old day, the soul, when the puff 
Was out, would quit tiie body c^uick enough. 
Then was I ready, without pain or pause, 
To snap it like a mouse up in ray claws ; 
But now it sticks, and will not leave the place, 
But lingers in the body's filthy case. 
Till from its hold 'tis in dishonour cast 
Forth by the warring Elements at last. 
Fretting with baffled hope, day after day 
I've often watched your stift" one as he lay ; 
A pretty waste oi toil and time, for then 
Would tangled questions come of " how," " where,'' 
" when? 

Death is not now as Death was long ago. 
If dead or not, 'tis lonsj before we know. 
— Often have I sate leering with delight 
On the stark Hmbs. False show I It stirred, moved, lived 

[Fan/astic gestures of conjuring to the Drcils, 7vho come 
at /lis call, as described. 
On, Generals, on ! Come — quick march, double time — 

Lords of the Straight ! Lords of the Crooked horn I 
Demons of blood and birth — chips of the old block — 
With the long curled crumply horns ! Come, short-Iiorned, 

ACT v.] 



Devils, tubby, stubby — right breed they — true stock — 
Stretch breast and back — and show what good is in you ! 
From the place below draw for the spectacle 
Up to the stage one of the Mouths of Hell. 

\ A part. Kjiowin^ly to iJic Audience. 
Hell has mouths many, many ! — Deep respect 
Hath Hell, and seats reserved, for the upper classes ; 
But wait awhile, and, if the old play continue, 
After another season or two passes, 
And the people get their true rights, I expect 
Hell too will be thrown open to the masses. 

\Hell-mouth opens at the left of the ^tage. 
The edge-teeth gnash. The vaulted gulf's wide rim 
O'erflows with angry fire. Through seething smoke 
I see the City of Flame at distance flashing. 
And to the teeth the red surf up is splashing ; 
And out the damned, hoping escape^ would swim, 
When the hya^na-jaws close on them crashing. 
In anguish then they turn them to retrace 
Their fiery path for ever. Many a nook 
Is here of undiscovered agony, 
— The fiercest pangs massed in the nairowest space. 

\_Aside^ to the K?iO'd'ing. 
Good thing to frighten sinners with ! — They deem 
It, all the while, deceit — delusion — dream. 

\^To the Thick Drcils with short straight Horns. 
Up ! fire-backed grubs, your red sleek cheeks aglow 
With brimstone blazes from the place below. 
Up 1 lumpy, stumpy devils that you are, be staunch : 
Come, stir the broad back, shake the lazy paunch. 
Be awake, be alive, mind well what you're about. 
Twist your bull-necks round, if they'll twist — keep a good 
eye out 

For the glimmer of the rotting phosphorus there— the 

Is the delicate little Soul — the glorious form 



[act v. 

The Psyclie witli lier heaven-aspiring wing I 
Pluck the wings off — pah ! 'tis a sorry worm. 
I'll seal it with my seal, the filthy thing. 
Away with it ! away, in whirlwind, fire, and storm I 
Keep watch and ward on the body's lower places ; 
Ye windy Piifif-balls, empty Bladder-faces, 
Secure the passes thence. There is no telling 
But that the soul had thereabouts her dwelling, 
The navel is a lodge she loves. Your legions 
Should guard and garrison these under regions, 
Take care lest the spirit slip out and whisk you by. 

[Tot/ie Dry Devils luiih long crooked Horns. 
Up to the head — up. Fuglemen gigantic, 
Comical rascals — Devils, that ape the antic, 
Be for once in earnest ; rake, with your hooked claws, 
The air around you ! stretch up your webbed paws* 
Gaunt network ! Snatch at, catch at, on the wing 
Seize, as it flits away, the fluttering thing. 
In ruins the old roof about it lies. 
It must go out — the chances are 'twill rise — 
Genius is uppish — and would seek the skies. 

[^A glory from above ^ at fJie 7-igJit. 
Heavenly Host. Follow, Envoys sent 

From Heaven's high firmament, 

In serenest flight ! 

Children of the light ! 

Sinners to forgive ; 

To bid dead dust live ; 

Downward lingering 

On momentary wing, 

To all Natures leave 

Fitted to receive, 

As you hover by, 

Blessings from on high. 
Meph. False tones I hear, a hateful nasty noise. 
Unwelcome day streams on me from above. 

ACT v.] 



The choir emasculate of girlish boys ! 

The mawkish sing-song pious people love ! 

You know our damned design and vile device, 

To effect the extirpation of Man's race. 

They seize our plot, and this worst artifice 

Finds in their hymns and in their heaven a place. 

There they come fawning, look at them ! there they are ! 

Full many a one from us they've snapped away, 

With our own weapons on us they make war. 

Hypocrite-scoundrels ! Devils in cowls are they ! 

Eternal shame 'twere conquered here to sink. 

On to the grave ! on, Devils, on ! guard the brink ! 

Choir of Angels \st reiving Roses\. 

Dazzling Roses, dropping balm, 
With secret breath restoring 
Heaven's life of happy calm ! 
Fluttering down, up soaring. 
Plumy branchlings, winglets green, 
Buds, unsealed from timid screen, 
Wake into sudden blow ! 

Burst out, celestial Spring, 
In green and purple glow, 
Your Paradises bring 
To him who sleeps below \ 

Meph. \to his Devils\ What, stoop } and duck ? — and 
have ye no more pluck ? 
Is this the way with you, devils ? not keep your ground ? 
Each to his post, aye, let them scatter round 
Their roses — pretty trick the day to win — 
The red-hot devils with flower-shows to snow in. 
Before your breath the rose-shower melts and shrivels, 
Blow, Bellows-fiends ! blow brisk ! Puff! Puff-ball devils 
Enough ! enough ! the blast may be too rough. 



[act v. 

— That will just do ; each leaf as it floats hither, 

Grows pale — aye, every one of them will wither. 

Somewhat more softly — shut up nose and maw — 

Not one of you but works with too much jaw. 

How is it that you never can go right ? 

— They're more than parched, they're browned, they're 

burning quite, 
And into white flames venomously clear, 
Kindled by your own breath, press "gainst you here. 

Resist ! all stand together in full force I 
What ? Is all courage gone ? and — worse and worse — 
Devils — are they love-sick ? — wheedled by the smell 
Of a few scorched rose-leaves. What a thing to tell ? 

Angel. Happy Blossoms ! Joyous Flames ! 

Love they spread, and joy would kindle, 

Be the heart how it may. 

Words True — pure effluence 

Of the ethereal light 

iNlade present to the sense 

Of Heaven's own angels bright — 

Illimitable day ! 

Meph. Curse upon them ! Shame eternal ! 

Satans — think of the infernal 

Scoundrels— on their heads are standing ; 

Fat ones, wheeling, racing, reehng, 

With their blind sides right before 'em, 

— Dozens flying, falling o'er 'em — 

In their own hell find a landing. 
IMuch good may the hot bath do them ! After their race 
'Twill be a refreshing thing. \^Devils disappear as described. 

I'll keep my place. 

\Strikes at the Roses. 
Off! Will-o'-the-wisps I However bright your gleam, 
Caught in the hand you're but a nlthy cream. 

ACT v.] 



Why flutter thus about me ? Off with you ! 
— They sting Hke brimstone, stick like pitch or glue. 
Angels' Choir. What of your nature is no i)art 

Shrink from ! Love is pure. 

That, which shocks or wounds the heart, 

Oh ! think not to endure. 

If violently in 'twould move, 

We then mus; active be. 

Love only leads the loving. Love 

Loves on eternally. 
Meph. I'm all on fire ; my head, heart, liver burn. 
Here's love- heat with a vengeance — fire too line 
For the devil to breathe — flame sharper than hell-flame. 
And this is Love ; and this makes whine and pine 
Poor love-lorn earthlings, and their wry necks turn 
To court the eye of some contemptuous dame. 
Me, too ! What ib't makes my head twirl and twist, 
And thither, where I havo been at sworn war? 
— Am I in love with what I did abhor? 
Has a strange something that I know not of 
Coursed through and through me ? How is it that I love 
To look on these dear young things ? that some force 
Makes it impossible for me to curse ? 
If I'm fooled now, who, for all time hereafter. 
Shall be Fool of Fools, the butt of never-ending laughter ? 
The shapely creatures hovering through the air, 
— They with their lightnings dangerously fair — 
The brilliant darhngs, though I cannot cease 
To hate them, are too lovely for my peace. 

Fair children ! ye, too, if I do not err. 
Like me, are of the race of Lucifer. 
— Love for one's own do€s seem so natural — 
Dear children ! let me kiss you one and all. 
We must have met a thousand times before, 
Been playing with each other o'er and o'er. 



[act v. 

You have found mc in a soft mood. 1 am smitten ; 
Will you not come to me, dear coz ! sweet kitten I 
They grow more beautiful at every glance. 
Come, one fond look ! Let me not sigh in vain ! 

Angel. We come. Why shrink you back as we advance ? 
We still move nearer. If you can, remain. 

[77/t' Angels hai er round and Jill up the whole space. 

Mep/i. [pressed into the proscenium\. 
And us ye call Damned Spirits, us you call Evil — 
Ye, common tempters of man, woman, devil. 
Was ever known the like ? And this is, then, 
The element of what's called Love by men ! 
My whole frame's fire ; the scorched spot on my neck 
Is nothing here or there — a surface speck. 

Ye hover up and down, and to and fro, 
Float through the air, but still away ye flow. 
Fairest ! float downward hither on soft wing. 
No doubt the stately-solemn is your style ! 
Something more like the world were more ^he thing. 
What joy 'twould give me could I see you smile ! 
— A lady's smile, who lets a favoured lover 
In the fond hour her secret heart discover — 
That were a something my whole nature casting 
By one glance into rapture everlasting. 
And 'tis so easily done. Just draw the lip 
A little to one side, the slightest dip. 

That long fellow is handsome, or at least 
Good-looking — rather too much of the priest. 
The folds of the broad stole are in excess ; 
Twere not less moral if it covered less. 
Angels ! smile down upon me ! Charmers, stay ! 
They float into their heaven — are passed away. 

\CT v.] 



Choir of Angels. Loving Flames, that, long unseen, 
In the heart have biirnnig been, 
Shine ye now in light serene ! 
Let the Hope-abandoned feel 
That the Truth hath power to heal ; 
That from Evil they may be 
Disunited, and thus free, 
And a blissful life live on 
Ever in the All-in-one ! 

Meph. [collecting h{mse/f\ How is't ! Like Job, the wliole 
man, boil on boil ! 
At which himself must shudder and recoil ; 
— Aye, and feel triumph when he looks v/ithin. 
Knows what he is — true devil's blood kith and kin. 
All's right again ; untouched the better members ; 
The scurfy love-rash was but on the skin, 
Burned out already its last fading embers. 
The devil's clean devil again — the love-itch gone — 
And — my Curse on you all and every one ! 

Choir of Angels. Holy heart-glowings ! 

Heavenly birth ! 
Love's overflowings ! 

Heaven on earth ! 
Whom ye float around 
Even on earth hath found, 
Living with the good. 
Full Beatitude. 

Arise, singing triumph, 

Rise all from beneath, 
The air is made pure 
For the spirit to breathe. 
[They rise^ carrying with them the iw mortal part of 



Mtph. \alo)ie\ But how? — all vanished ; they are gon 
and whither? 

The young things ! they have cheated the old knave, 

— Fled heavenwards, and have ta'en their booty thither. 

For this — for this been nibbling at the grave. 

A treasure, all unique, they have cribbed. Fm juggled ! 

The high soul ple(lged and promised me — no less — 

They have, in hugger-mugger, slily smuggled. 

Where shall I lodge my summons for redress ? 

All my hard earnings — work and labour given — 

Is there no sense of right and wrong in heaven ? 

Cheated in my old days ! outwitted quite ! 

And then hear for my comfort, " served him right." 

And my expenses — getting up this case 

And with return of nothing but disgrace. 

And Fve deserved it — everything mis-spent — 

All my own scandalous mismanagement : 

— A random love-gust, an absurd love-drivel, 

To have seized tlie seasoned cask of a stale old devil ! 

Mad childish freak, for one the world that knows. 

To have lost time about, or to propose ; 

Fool, first, last, midst— and, worst Fool at the close 

Mountain G orL;es — Forest — Field — Desert. 
Holy Anchorets, scattered on the Hills, 


Chorus and Echo. 

Forest- trees, waving here ! 
Rocks, hanging dark and drear ! 

Roots of the forest-trees. 
Everywhere clinging ! 

Shoots of the forest-trees, 
Everywhere springing ! 

ACT v.] 


Brooklets with ceaseless waves ! 
Shelter of sunless caves I 

Lions love the holy place, 
Wake no terror, feel no fear. 
Round and round, with friendly pace. 
Move our dumb protectors here. 

Pater Extai icus \ floating up and d(nvn\ 

Erand of eternal joy ! 

Love-bondage glowing I 
Seething heart-agony ! 

Rapture o'erflowing ! 
Foaming up, seething up, 

Fervour benign 
From the depths breathing up ! 

Rapture Divine ! 
Axes, down-hew me I 

Lances, pierce through me ! 
Clubs, come and shatter me ! 

Lightning-darts, scatter me ! 
Thus, that. Self, cast away, 

Perished, and passed away, 
— Phantom-cloud fleeing 

This nothing of mine — 
The Star of true Being 

Transcendent may shine. 

Pater Profundus \in the lower pari of ihe mofm/ain]. 

Calm, at my feet, its lonely crown 
Of rocks o'erbrows the precipice. 
A thousand streams foam flashing do'xn 
In thunder to the black abyss. 

And instincts from within still move 
To upper air the pine-trees tall. 



[act v. 

And Love it is, almighty Love, 

That moulds, sustains, and lives in all. 

Here around me evermore 
The billowy forest rolls, above ; 
Below, the falling torrents roar ; 
Yet are they ministers of Love. 
The valleys that refresh and cheer. 
And when the lightning-darts flash forth, 
Their mission is belike to clear 
The air from clouds, that over earth 
Hang low with poison in their womb. 
Yes ! ministers of love are they, 
And tell of the great Being, whom, 
Creator still from day to day, 
We feel around us. 

Oh ! illume 
J^Iy breast too, where distracted, vain, 
Sinks the cold spirit : break the chain 
Of this world's life, dispel the gloom, 
And bid the dead heart live again ! 

Pater Seraphicus [middle re^w?i\. 

Through the pine-trees' waving tresses 
Floats a morning cloudlet fair, 
With its freight of youthful Spirits, 
Living in the radiance there. 

Choir of Blessed Boys. 

Tell us, fatlier, where we wander ; 
Tell us who and what are we. 
We know but that we are Happy. 
Bliss it is to Breathe, to Be. 

ACT v.] 



Pater Seraphicus. 

Born at midnight, soul and senses 

Undeveloped to the sun, 

Children, early lost to parents. 

By the angels early won ! 

That a loving one is near you 

If ye feel — oh ! come to me, 

Ye whose feet have never trodden 

Earth's rough pathway — happy ye ! 

Live within me, hither tending, 

— I the world have seen and known — 

From your radiant cloud descending, 

Make the old man's eyes your own. 

\^He takes tJieni into Jiimseif. 
Gaz& upon the region round us I 
This is forest — that is rock ; 
Here flow streams, that there are falling 
Down the steep with fearful shock. 

Boys S^from iviihin Jiini\. 

'Tis a scene sublime to look on. 
But how desolate and drear ! 
Father, here we shrink and tremble ; 
Hold us not imprisoned here. 

Pater Seraphicus. 

Rising still to higher circles, 
On from strength to strength proceed, 
Pure and silent growth ! God's Presence 
Is the life on which you feed ; 
This the Life-breath is of Spirits ; 
Purity, Health, Truth is this. 
Everlasting Love's revealing, 
Blossoming of endless Bliss. 


FAUST us. 

[act v. 

Choir of Blessed Boys [clrdifig round the highest summit]. 

Now ascend to higher circles, 
Twining hand with happy hand ! 
Let the strengtli of happy feeHng 
Into song and dance expand. 

Taught by God, 

Faithful be ! 

Whom ye worship, 

Ye shall see. 

Angels S^floating in the higJier atmosphere^ bearing the 
immortal part of Faustus]. 

Rescued from tlie evil one, 

This noble spirit see ! 

Him, who, unwearied, still strives on, 

We have the power to free. 

And on him breathing from above 

If Love its part supply. 

Heaven's host with welcomings of love. 

Still meets him from on high. 

The Younger Angels' 

See ! the purple Roses borrowed 
From the hands of pious women 
Who had loved, and sinned and sorrowed \ 
— Loved above all human measure. 
Sinned and sorrowed and repented. 
Theirs it was for heaven the treasure 
To win home of tliat high spirit I 
Theirs the mighty work to perfect. 
On the grave we strewed the flowers. 
And the bad ones shrank away — 
Devils, watching for tlieir prey, 
Fled in terror, as the showers 

ACT v.] 



Of the burning roses came. 
Torments, sharper than hell-flame, 
The old Satan-master bore, 
— Love-pangs never felt before. 

Shout aloud ! The day is ours ! 

The More Perfect Axgels. 

A something, that hath had its birth 
In clay, is to him clinging ; 
The earthy would weigh down to earth 
The burthen we are bringing. 

Upward we bear it, 

A heavy load, sure ! 

Asbestos even were it, 

Yet were it not pure. 

The elements, together brought 

By a strong spirit 's might. 

The dross into the pure ore wrought, 

No power of man or angel can 

Dissolve or disunite. 

The ahen natures, bound by one 

Indissoluble heart, 

Love only, Love, Eternal Love — 

Can rend and keep apart. 

The Younger Angels. 

Vapours round the rocky height 

Here are spreading rife ; 

Cloudlets floating into light, 

Orbs of spirit-life. 
Near, and more near — the mists grow clear — 
I see a choir of blessed boys 
Up-weave their spiry flight. 
Children they ! Earth's wrongs and cares, 
And tears and smiles, were never theirs. 



[act v. 

— Here in the fresh breeze frolicking, 
They would bathe them in the joys 
Of this new world, this heavenly springs 

Oh ! place him at the first 

With this exulting ring, 

To breathe in Heaven's own clime 

Sweet childhood's joy, a happy time ; 

Soon the rich flower to riper life will burst. 

The Blessed Eovs. 

We welcome, in the infant mild. 

The angels' precious pledge. 
For heaven receive the little child 

Into our tutelage. 

Oh 1 break away the flakes of clay. 

The indurated crust, 
The slough and slime of care and crime 

That cling to human dust. 

Already — look on him : — how fair 

He is — how great — how good ! 
For now he breathes Heaven's holy air, 

And lives on angels' food. 

Doctor Mariaxus [/;/ f/ie highest^ purest ceU\ 

Here the prospect is free ! 
Here the spirit soars high ! 
Shapes floating upwards 
Of females float by ; 
Midmost, all glorious. 
Shining serene, 

Crowned with the star-wreath. 

1 see Heaven's Queen ! [Enraptured. 

ACT v.] 



Over earth to Thee is given 
Empire ! Let me in the free 
Widespread tent of the bhie heaven 
See thy mystery. 

Aid in man's heart what thou of good, 
Of tender thought and earnest, 
Of holy love, in his best mood 
Up-breathed to tliee, discernest ! 

Dost thou command it ? Ours is zeal 
And courage all-defying. 
Dost Thou breathe peace ? At once we feel 
The warlike impulse dying. 

Virgin ! from all soil of sin 
Virgin pure ! to Thee we bow ; 
Saintly Mother ! chosen Queen, 
One with the godlike Thou ! 

What light cloudlets round that splendour 
Floating wind ! Oh ! these are they, 
Who, for that the heart was tender, 
Fondly loved and fell away : 
Round her knees they drink the ether, 
Round her knees for mercy pray. 

Thy calm heart no breath hath shaken 

Of earth's passions ; yet to Thee 

Come all they, who have partaken 

Of earth's utter misery — 

They, who loved and were forsaken, 

Come to Thee confidingly ! 

Oh ! fond and weak and light are they, 

And thus, by wild desires away 

Whirled onward, who can save 



[act v. 

Unaided ? wlio can rend the prey 
From passions tiiat enslave ? 
The foot — oh I how can it but slide 
On the slant surface — downward glide 
Where the ground slopes beneath ? 
Wliom doth not smile and glance deceive ? 
Who doth not listen and believe 
When Flattery's accents breathe ? 

Mater Gloriosa \Jiovers omvard']. 

Choir of Female Penitents. 

To the heavenliest heights as thou floatest away 
Of the kingdoms eternal, to thee do we pray — 
Thou that hast no peer ! 

Thou that art rich in Grace I Oh, mercifully hear ! 

Magna Peccatrix. 

By the love that, disregarding 

Scornful pharisaic sneers, 
While thy Son was beaming godhead, 

Bathed His feet with balmy tears ; 
By the odour-dropping unguent, 

Lavishing its treasured sweet ; 
By the tresses that so sofdy 

Wiped all dry His holy feet. 

Mulier Samaritana. 

By the well that in the desert 

Watered Abram's herds of yore ; 
By the cup that to our Saviour's 

Parching lips its cool draught bore ; 
By the joy-diffusing fountain 

That still gushes pure and bright, 
While the stream of life eternal 

Through all worlds flows round in light. 

ACT v.] 


Maria /Egyptiaca. 

By the holy place of burial, 

Where the Lord's dccid body lay ; 
By the arm that from the temple 

Warned and waved me thrice away ; 
By my forty years of penance 

In the solitary land ; 
By the blessed words of farewell 

That I wrote upon the sand. 

The Three. 

Sinless ! to the chief of sinners 

Access thou deniest never ; 
And earth's moment of repentance 

Hath its heavenly fruit for ever. 
To this good soul show like mercy, 

The offence in anger view not 
Of one moment of forgetting, 

Wilful thought of sin that knew not. 

Una Penitentiu]\i [formerly named GretcJien and 

Bend down to look on me ! Mother benign ! 
None — none is like to Thee ! Mother benign ! 
With thy all-radiant countenance divine, 
Look on this joy of mine ! 

The early-loved comes back — no trace — no taint — no stain- 
No grief — no wrongs remain ; 
The early loved returns — is mine — is mine again ! 

Blessed Boys [approaching in circular )novemcnts\ 

Already he out-tops us all. 

The frame expands— the large limbs swell; 

The nurture he from us receives, 

He will repay it well. 



[act v. 

No sounds from lower earth here reach 
Our hearts of love or strife ; 
]Jut he hath heard, and he will teach 
To us, at birth removed from earth, 
The harmonies of life. 

A Penitent \formerly navud Gretclien and Margai\t\ 

Circled by the loftiest Spirits, 

One with them, behold him rise I 

Heaven he scarce hath breathed — in all things 

With the holy host he vies. 

From the old husk's earthly bondage, 

How he rends himself away ! 

How his youth, renewed, rejoicing, 

Steps forth, clothed upon with ether, 

Radiant, into heavenly day ! 

Suffer me to teach, to guide him ! 
The new day falls dazzUngly. 

Mater Gloriosa. 

Rise to higher spheres, and he 

Will feel 'tis Thou— will follow Thee ! 

Doctor Marian us [adoring on his facc\ 

Look to the Saviour-glance ! 
All that repentant be. 
Made meet by gratitude 
For the inheritance 
Of full beatitude. 

;May each better feeling in 
Our hearts to Thee still tend ! 

Maiden : Mother : Gracious Queen ! 
Be with us to the end ! 

ACT v.] 



Chorus Mysticus. 

All we see before us passing 
Sign and symbol is alone ; 
Here, what thought could never reach to 
Is by semblances made known ; 
What man's words may never utter, 
Done in act — in symbol shown. 
Love, whose perfect type is Woman, 
The divine and human blending. 
Love for ever and for ever 
Wins us onward, still ascending.